Monday morning, back to work. I sign in early, and get a lot done before any of the others get up and piss, scratch their arses, pull on their clothes, leave their houses, get in their cars, or gett in the misery traffic for their crawl to work.
Monday was Monday, nothing special. Just a day. 😶
We had our regular Finance Meeting, which I am always losing the will to live by the time it is over. Yap, yap, yap. They talk and talk and talk. At least when I am logging in remotely, I can just get on with work as they yabber on ad infinitum. They would bore the pants off the dead, I tell you.
The Big Poo tells us all the things that are coming up. But then the heads of groups give us a run down on what they are doing. The Midget gives us accounting news. Big Marge gives us credit news. Boris gives our updates. Sydney gives us Sydney news. Darmen Darden gives us new client news. Brisbane gives us Brisbane news. Perth dips out, thank the universe. Why do we care? I am still not sure?
Nothing much else happened. I mean, that was enough. My ears have only just stopped bleeding, my will to live has only just recovered. I just think these guys like the sound of their own voices.
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