Yeah
– I had to work today. We were busier than a brothel at the Houses of
Parliament. (Does that work as a witty line? Is it funny? I’m too tired to
care…)
Everyone
seemed to be filling up with fuel before heading to the coast for a beach walk.
Those not heading to the coast were filling up with fuel before driving to
visit relatives, and those doing neither of those things were filling up with
fuel before popping over to the supermarket for barbecue utensils and gardening
equipment.
I
honestly think today may be one of the three most profitable days we’ve had
since I started here at the garage, and I hate myself for even knowing that may
be so, and hate myself even more for admittedly getting a bit excited about it.
Part
of me wants to call Head Office and say “Look what we’ve done today! Doesn’t
this make me the obvious choice to be overseeing five different filling
stations??”
Part
of me wants to poke myself in the eye for being so company minded.
I
shall forget the whole thing by opening a bottle of fizzy alcohol and sitting
in the garden with my wife.
There’s
no point calling Head Office anyway – I guarantee you none of those ****ers
will be working a Bank Holiday.
RC 7-5-18
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