Hopefully, the last hoop...

I know I promised not to moan about work anymore, and I think I’ve done quite well on that front for the past week or so, but I do have to share this one with you or it’ll fester in my head and ruin my weekend.
Our new-look forecourt has its ‘official grand re-opening’ on Monday. A few bods from Head Office will say a few words before hopefully pissing off to have a boozy lunch by the coast. I tried to get them to book my band to play at the ceremony but they didn’t go for it. There’ll be a photographer and I have to wear a suit and apparently it’ll be pride of place on the company website and the monthly newsletter. Beyond the woefully-out-of-touch-with-the-common-man superiors at Head Office, does anyone really give a shit? Customers aren’t impressed, they just want cheap milk and petrol. My staff are sick of the disruptions and miss the old tills, and I just want to be left alone to run my little domain as I see fit. 
There, I feel better now. Thank you for listening. Tomorrow I promise a return to frivolity, and a blog about curious onion facts or something to do with willies. 

RC 10-3-17