The New Year can’t come quick enough for me. Head Office are determined to wring every last penny out of every poor pensioner in Britain; senior management are determined to achieve it with as little work for them as possible; and the likes of me are being expected to pick up the shortfall. God, they’re lazy. And so am I, which is probably why I resent them so much. They have my attitude, but with five or six grand extra a year to show for it.
Anyway, on a nicer note, I managed to accidentally acquire some stuff from the Christmas aisle so we can decorate The Willows when we move in. Philippa will have a full-on panic attack about it, but she doesn’t have to because I got the agency to check with the Dobsons and they’re fine with it, as long as we use Blu-Tac instead of drawing pins.
RC 2-12-13
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