Back to work. Spanish inquisition to begin with. Bring out the thumbscrews. Actually it wasn't that bad. They used their sense for once. Yes, I've had a lot of time off in the last 12 months, but six of that was my ankle, which was an accident and you can't account for that.
Anyhow, the day went well enough.
Isn't it how some people enjoy making you feel awkward. There is a couple of people who I dread being on break with and yesterday one of them was sat on the same table. Don't get me wrong, they aren't nasty, just everything they say is like a dig. But they constantly moan about work ( yes, We all do) but if I hated that much I'd leave... Especially if I was their age. But I bet the money comes in handy, so that's why they stick it out. Then come but slap a false smile on and get on with it woman.
God, my patience wears thinner as I get older. If I do make it to 67 when I finish, I dread to think what might escape my mouth by then. I bite my tongue now, but it gets harder.
No comments:
Post a Comment