No idea what this is, Loch Ness Monster, Suburban Leopard, Chimera or some other mythical beast?
I ordered a Gizmo or Doo-hickey, if you will, off t’interwebs on Monday.
Nothing ground breaking, but something that will hopefully make my job a bit easier.
Particularly next Tuesday, when due to the amount of Half Term Heroes* and managers who give anyone time off who asks for it at any time, with no thought as to who is actually going to cover (Mainly because they are off themselves, so who gives a shit).
I am going to be running 5, hour long presentations back to back, add in Q&A time and I’m not going to even have time to fart.
So, I got an email Tuesday that it had been dispatched via 1st Class Royal Mail (for which I had paid £4.00 so that it would arrive by the weekend)
Have I got it?
Like fuck, have I.
Didn’t arrive Wednesday, ah well only I think 90% of 1st Class arrive the next day, just unlucky I guess.
Didn't arrive Thursday, oh well definitely Friday then.
Get back from the pub last night after a few post-work drinks.
“Any post for me Dad?”
“Nope, had no post all week now you come to mention it”
Bollocks, not even the obligatory card saying.
‘Whilst I know perfectly well you were in, I’m going to pretend you were not, as if you think I’m carrying your bloody packages around as well as letters. you are very much mistaken.
Come down and get it from the sorting office you lazy bastard, at a time that is inconvenient to you, and BTW our sorting office is ringed by Double Yellow Lines and Residents Only Bays, so you’ll have to walk, or risk a £60 fine, just to pick up the birthday card Aunt Elsie sent you that she got from the Card Factory for 20p hahaha “
“But, what about today?” I hear you ask, shivering with anticipation.
Bwahahahahaha, I’m sorry a little bit of wee came out.
Just let me compose myself.
A Postman?, round here?, on a Saturday?,
What century are you from? or for that matter what planet?
If there was a Postman round here on a Saturday, someone would report them for acting suspiciously or noncing ,as they would not recognise them as such.
Saturday post is as real as one of JuliaM’s Big Cat sightings
So that’s my plan for giving myself a bit of an easier life, well and truly Donald Ducked until Wednesday at least.
Because, although I don’t leave for work until 8.00am there’s no chance of it arriving before then on Tuesday.
Do you remember those quaint old films where Dad would get to read the post and perhaps act on it, before leaving for work? happy days.
Come to think of it, I never see a Postie on my way in to work, you’d think the streets would be full of them, scurrying about at that time. (8:00-9:00am)
Strange, maybe they’ve been replaced with Borrowers.
So, c’est la vie, once again The Incontinent Toddlers of Fate have pissed in the paddling pool of my life.
Anyway I’ve been rambling on far too long, time for tea, fajitas tonight I think and get ready for Doctor Who.
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*Half Term Heroes – derogatory term for those who have existing contracts that mean they only work, when their kids are in school.
However these have never been reviewed, and nothing was put in the original contracts that they should be. I know of one case where the children in question are 21 and 23 and have left home,