Tuesday

I'm up early. Yay. I'm getting stuck into work. Good for me. At least it's getting lighter in the mornings. Oh god, I'm bored! I want to send my resignation to Boris. Four weeks notice. Good bye. Sam would be pleased about that.

The problem is, that if I quit, I would just sit around and do nothing, I know that. I am such a lazy bastard, and that would please Sam twice as much.

Nyr!

Thinking about yesterday and all that nonsense from Boris… understanding people. They are a fucken mystery! Generally. Often. Did I ever understand them? Yeah, sure. Friends, I understand them. Not people I work with, normally. They are a fucken mistery.

My mum used to tell me, “You have a very good brain, Christian, you see things more clearly than other people, you just have to accept that you do.” I hear my mum’s voice when people frustrate me. “Take a breath, Christian, give them time to catch up.”

You know, sometimes I wonder if mum was blowing smoke up my arse, and really, I'm just a dumb cunt, and she was preparing me for a life time of continual disappointment. 

I wish mum was here, we could have a good laugh about that thought. (I got my black sense of humour from her) 

Maybe, I am in a straightjacket in a padded cell, somewhere, dribbling and repeatedly banging my head against a wall and I just don't realise, and that’s why I find people so annoying.

Cinnamon Bloggs isn’t going to get better, she is a single mother who has a slow degenerative disease. Apparently, she has a daughter who isn’t completely 100% as well and who needs therapy of some sort. Sucks to be you, Cinnamon. Just goes to show once again, life isn’t fair.

I’m thankful I have been lucky in just about every aspect of my life. (Is this when you say, touch wood?)

Now, just off topic, I think I can hear Milo chomping on a rat in the hallway. I can hear his jaw breaking bones even from here. Er! He uses the hallway as his dining table to eat the vermin he catches.

Anyway, back to work.

Later, I get the pan and shovel and sweep up the rat carcass, or what is left of it.

Later than that, I discover the rat’s head, or what is left of it, when I step on it.

Even later, Cinnamon Blogs emails me with her explanation, and an apology. I wanted to email her and say no apology was needed, but she’d cc’d in all the managers too. 

Later again, I email Cinnamon and just say thanks.