Bank Holi-busy-day

Yeah – I had to work today. We were busier than a brothel at the Houses of Parliament. (Does that work as a witty line? Is it funny? I’m too tired to care…)

Everyone seemed to be filling up with fuel before heading to the coast for a beach walk. Those not heading to the coast were filling up with fuel before driving to visit relatives, and those doing neither of those things were filling up with fuel before popping over to the supermarket for barbecue utensils and gardening equipment.

I honestly think today may be one of the three most profitable days we’ve had since I started here at the garage, and I hate myself for even knowing that may be so, and hate myself even more for admittedly getting a bit excited about it.

Part of me wants to call Head Office and say “Look what we’ve done today! Doesn’t this make me the obvious choice to be overseeing five different filling stations??”

Part of me wants to poke myself in the eye for being so company minded.

I shall forget the whole thing by opening a bottle of fizzy alcohol and sitting in the garden with my wife.

There’s no point calling Head Office anyway – I guarantee you none of those ****ers will be working a Bank Holiday.

RC 7-5-18