Ick …
Big meeting in Norwich today.
I've got my boss, her boss and the Big Boss all coming down from London to discuss the next major phase of works; a new sixth form centre.
Add to them six and a half feet of cranky headmistress, a matching pair of man-hating lesbian planning officers (who I get on with very well; but they REALLY hate my Big Boss), a schoolful of shrieking girls and a cracking headache that pounced on me first thing this morning and refuses to let go and the recipe for a stress-free, happy day is nowhere to be seen.
Crap.
6 comments:
Ok so here's the remedy.
Realise that a day contains only 24hours and it will end. As to ranty shreilky girls and crotchety headmistresses its simple, just look at them and think, "At least I don't get periods" and then smirk at male superiority.
Try to have a decent day. xox
hee hee. Kate's remedy might just work--especially the smirking "I don't get periods" part. Although they might sense what you're thinking with their extra-special girl power and think, "yeah, well at least we don't have to walk around that thing between our legs."
I hope your day improves.
LOL. What a DAY ahead for you, dear!!! Be sure to get some headache meds...or something better.
And try to remember...we are all...um human? Mostly?
Oh Happy Crap Day Dive... have a good one!!!
Thanks guys.
The day was indeed crappy.
I still have a headache.
Crap, crap, crap.
If you're not a raging bigot and a dickhead the pair of them are quite delightful company.
I occasionally meet them for coffee and sticky buns at the bookshop, rather than in the planning office. We've known one another for twenty years at least, so we get on well.
My boss - on the other hand - is a dickhead and a misogynist and they quite understandably loathe him.
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