My Funny bone deserted me soon after I arrived at work today. I think after the 30 minutes I had just spent bouncing around like a bobble head on the power-plate, it decided that that was no-way to start a week and unceremoniously took leave of my body.
Trying to work without a funny bone is well, no laughing matter. In fact, I barely made it through the day and considering my “work day” is all of 4 hours it just goes to show how vital this bone is in getting me through the day.
Everything and everyone annoyed me today. My poor colleague had to put up with my endless eye-rolling, cryptic 1 word emails (WTF? FYI! CYA!) and continuous sighing. Things became even worse for her when some ignoramus dared to ask me a question – One would swear I had Google stamped on my forehead. She would then be subjected to all three simultaneously… the sigh would be followed by the obligatory eye-roll as soon as the person bent over my laptop and then I’d follow it all up with a one word email, my favourite today being WTF ?? - generally in red, bold, underlined and in font size 72 (followed by about 100 exclamation marks!!!)
12pm could come soon enough!
I managed to make it to the school in one piece, still just missing the funny bone. Five minutes after collecting my son, he pulled a toy out his pocket and proudly bragged that he’d had it at school all day – note to self, tell the Husband (again) toys are not allowed at school. Anyway, I lectured the rascal on how lucky he was and that next time it could have got lost/broken/stolen.
It was then that the little Sh%t told me he did in fact take another toy and that one was indeed lost or stolen. It was then that my Humerus decided to join my Funny Bone at whatever Orthopaedic retreat it had escaped to earlier. So off we marched to the teacher… who rightly so, was not too sympathetic because she has being tell the kids (mine in particular) not to bring toys to school for the last 11 months!!
It wouldn’t have been too big a deal if it was some crap old car or something, but it was one of his Spy Gear toys he got for his Birthday, so I was suitably annoyed. But what could we do – so home we went accompanied by much sighing and eye-rolling.
With both a Funny Bone and Humerus now missing I was in no mood to even negotiate who was sitting where, who was climbing in/out the car first and sped home like a “Humerusless” woman. And what should we find as soon as we stepped into the house… but of course, the toy that was supposedly lost/stolen at school?
Had my laptop been nearby I would have opened my email, sighed, rolled my eyes and sent my colleague this simple, yet powerful 1 word email : WTF??????!!!!!!!!!
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