Work are getting arsey. Apparently I should be phoning them everyday with an update. I have a severely pulled muscle in my shoulder, I’m not sure what they’re expecting to happen in 24 hours. Besides, what happened to “You can be off for five days without needing a doctors certificate”? What happened to the health of your workforce being more important than their location within your supermarket?
Bastards.
As I’m off work tomorrow and can’t get comfy in bed anymore, I’m going to have one of my all-night film sessions. Philippa says I am taking advantage of the situation but I think she’s just angry that she didn’t take advantage of the situation herself when her ankle was bad, so stuff her. I’m torn between a comedy cavalcade of ‘Airplane’ and its sequel and the three Naked Gun films, or a session of back-to-back James Bond films, culminating with ‘Skyfall’ which I treated myself to as a get-well present. Actually, I think laughing uncontrollably would be very painful in my present state, so 007 it is.
I may be too tired to blog tomorrow……
RC 22-5-13
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