Wednesday

It makes me laugh every morning when I sign in with theponytailisascrag69. Chuckle. Oh, I know, small things, but really, if you can have a laugh every morning, surly you are doing better than most people?

No sooner had I signed in, it seemed, and David called me.

"I'm awake," he says, like he should get some kind of award. He is up before midday, he doesn't know why, but he feels strangely alive. He tells me he made coffee and emptied his dishwasher at the same time, he does, after all, run his dishwasher every night even if it only has a plate and a cup in it. 

"I'm not washing dishes," David tells me, like the suggestion is absolutely absurd.

I wonder if anyone truly thinks we are going to survive as a species?

He's going to spend the day watching friends.

They are the two disparate thoughts going through my head this morning as I sign into work and pursue my emails.

I laugh to myself about David. I laugh to myself about ThePonyTail. Different laughs. One a nervous laugh, and one a, well, vindictive laugh, let's be honest. (Not that there is anything wrong with that 😁)

6.45am. Sam was up.

“Good morning, honey.”

Grunt.

“How are you?”

Grunt.

And the day was in full swing.

Last day of the week, I tell myself. Just that meeting with HR at the end of it, I shudder with anticipation. 

Oh, now what was it? They wanted to discuss the communication between departments. Clarification, they want to bitch how they don't believe they are being treated with the reverence they deserve. Was that it? Well, that is what I heard. I'm sure that was it. They don't feel they are getting the first class respect they think, nay, they know they deserve. That's it, isn't it? Yep, that's it.