The sun was up, the sky was blue, and so was I as he sun shone but failed to heat.
Chilled and weary I entered the world of work once again and once again it smiled upon me, then left me to it all day. How marvellous to have had nothing to do for two hours this morning! They who must be obeyed were all in a meeting, that went on all day, I think one of them is still there talking away and has not noticed the rest have hopped it. This left me with nothing to do but attend to visitors who did not show. At least for most of the day that is then they all came at once, parcels being delivered, visitors, people asking for bus timetables, more visitors and then it as time to go home.
Naturally at this point I made a mess of the till and our one big customer of the day, until then our only one, suffered my incompetence. Once sorted he smiled and left, feeding them chocolates while we sort the till helps ease people I find, especially women, and then reporting to boss who had sneaked out of meeting and being clouted with ledger book, I sailed home.
Marvellous this ability of mine to make mistakes no-one else ever makes. I see this as a "cough" gift though the boss says otherwise.
Geordie taking over at the 'Mail' recently offered a chance for the tabloid to improve the quality aspect, turn from Brexit and produce journalism once again. Sadly this has not materialised. Indeed it appears to have gone further in quality. Instead of haranguing the EU or screaming about immigrants Geordie fills the paper with royal stories, mostly untrue, and mediocre celebs. So we have tales of what she wears, what she said to him, and what ex-employee claims she said he said that week when she did or he didn't. Hundreds comment each taking sides in this needless soap opera. Geordie knows his audience and 'News' is not what they seek. To this end David Beckham the mediocre footballer with pouting wife has reappeared constantly. Oh joy, we need to know about him, her, the sales, the fashion, the money don't we? Well no actually but the DM reader apparently does. Brexit has been pushed carefully aside and Geordie is, like everyone else, unsure what will happen, so he hedges bets in case he needs someone in the future. Dacre, the strange previous editor has departed who knows or cares where but Geordie must improve the quality or folks might be wanting the old man back again.