Warning: I am in an extremely foul mood. Use of expletives to vent my frustration is required.
Fuck, fuck FUCK!!! It might as well have been Friday, the thirteenth today.
The girls from work and Sandra’s friend, Kerry and I all went out for dinner to Panarotti’s last night – eat all the pizza you can for R49-95. The hangover is the result of two glasses of free red wine because we had to wait an age for a table, and then a half a litre of Sangria with dinner. My poor aching head.
To add insult to injury – Mom, in her infinite fucking wisdom, decided to have new remote controls activated for the garage doors, house alarm and new safety gate. Why she insists on fixing something that isn’t broken, only she will know. This morning I couldn’t get into my garage at all – not with the new remote, nor the old one! And I was already late for work. Fuck! So, when I went upstairs telling her I would have to use Dad’s car to get to work, she almost had a hissy fit. As if it is MY fault that the stupid fucking remotes aren’t working.
On my way to work (now even later than I was before!), I got pulled over by the traffic cops for a routine check. THAT at least went off without a hitch, because quite honestly, if the traffic cop had fined me, I would probably have ended up in the chookie for crimen injuria.
Right, at work, things just seem to get worse…arriving late (obviously!) and then walking straight into the proverbial shitstorm. Fridays are generally not good days at the farm because of millions of meetings and reports that have to be completed before lunch. Imagine now how one is supposed to do the million reports when there is no electricity, until just after nine, and no coffee until then either!
Finally online, the reports begin…I pop off to the loo only to discover no water – the unexpected, excessive rain has resulted in a burst pipe 😦
It is not a good day…on the flip-side, it can only get better (I hope!)