Back to reality... with a bump

I was almost looking forward to work today. It’s been so wet and horrible that I thought I might as well be at work earning money, as you can’t do anything else in this weather. And yes, I admit it, I was excited about seeing Philippa. When I got there, she was in tears. She wouldn’t talk to anybody, she kept running off to the toilet, she took several calls on her mobile, and then she burst into tears again.
Bloody women.
I had turned up thinking she’d be radiant and smiling and pleased to see me, but she wasn’t. Why can’t people just be how I want them to be and make life easier for me?
Anyhow, it turns out someone made a big complaint about something going wrong, and it had happened while Tom was off and she was in charge so she thought she was going to get shouted at and fired, but in the end he was fine about it, and he sorted it out and it was ok. By 3pm she was smiling again and being nice to me. She brought me a cup of tea and said “Sorry about this morning. I was tired and emotional and over-reacting. It’s probably because I’m a bit pre-menstrual.”
Without hesitating for sensible things like thought and consideration I sarcastically said “Shit, thanks for telling me, I’d never have guessed.”
And lo, the world of the office was once again plunged into icy silence…..
Bloody women..

RC 18-8-10