Early Riser Rory

Well I’m a new man this morning! I think I must have been a bit tired the other night. I needed a good spell of sleep and when I wasn’t getting it, my mind went haywire. And, like I said, I think it was overexcitement that I misread as anxiety. All that crap that was bothering me at 3.15am on Monday doesn’t seem significant or relevant at all now!
Our staff meal out was a triumph. It was only the third time this year that we’ve all been together, as even our monthly meetings are normally missed by one or both of the part-timers. I try to change the day and time each month so it gives everyone a chance to come, but you can’t have everything and I’m not the kind of boss to INSIST that people come in on their day off to hear me witter on for ten minutes just to satisfy an HR requirement. 
So it was great to have the team together and all get to know each other a bit better. We didn’t do speeches or Secret Santa or all that old shit, we just ate a lot and had a few drinks, then I came away early and left them to slag me off, or compliment me behind my back, whichever way they were feeling with a bit of Kung Po Chicken and lager inside them.
It was quite nice being there on my own to open up on Thursday. I didn’t realise how busy a garage (excuse me - by order of Head Office I should call it ‘Supermarket-Attached Forecourt and Filling Station) is between 6 and 7a.m.  It’s also surprising how nice and friendly and co-operative customers are at that time of the morning. I’m used to seeing them later, when they’re full of Red Bull and rage and barging each other out of the way to reach the KitKats. You seem to get a calmer class of people in the wee small hours. And I was finished and home by 3pm, so there was time for a bike ride before dark.
Marvellous outcomes all round, if I do say so myself.

Two weeks today I’ll be married, by the way….

RC 11-12-15