We had a lovely plan to spend the morning in bed and then visit a local inn for a big Sunday lunch.
Then at 6.45am I got a phone call asking me to rush into work due to the Head of Produce being poorly.
I said “I live an hours drive away now, it’s not so easy for me to pop in to cover someone.”
The bland voice on the other end of the line said “Yeah, but you’re still the manager on call”
Bastards.
So now I’m fuming and thinking it’s time for a change in career.
Maybe I’ll fall in with our biggest neighbour here in Suffolk and become a farmer.
Mind you, if I did, knowing my luck I’d end up selling to my present employer, so I’d still be getting screwed by the supermarket.
RC 13-7-14
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