Pain (in many different ways)

Today was one of the worst days I’ve had at this job. I was feeling a bit low when I got there (not sure why - just one of my ‘down days’ I guess) then I got a phone call from Rupert to tell me his car was kaput and he couldn’t get in for his 12 - 8 shift. He’s a good guy so I knew it was genuine, but it still meant a scramble round to get someone in and a jiggle of the rota for next week to give that person who came in an extra day off in lieu. If I’d been in a good mood I’d have sailed through it, but I made a mistake on the computer and I then had to reload and re-input all my rotas for the rest of March. By then I had a bad headache again and I’d had enough for the day. 
I asked Philippa for sympathy tonight and she said “Well of course you ended up with a headache - you need glasses and you’re too vain to get them.”
So much for a supportive fiancee. She’s right, but I hate her for saying it.

RC 17-3-15