All I got was a shit journey to work.
First the walk to the bus stop. Had my brolly that mum got me for xmas with me and it was holding well in the high winds. Unfortunately my hands were blue from cold and I was really struggling to walk in a straight line. Finally, my brolly gave up about 200 yards from the train station and folded in on itself. Ended up in the bin.
So I finally get to the station, wet, pissed off and very cold. I then find out a tree - a single friggin tree - caused chaos on the cambridge - l'pool street line. I was at Broxbourne station at around 7.40am. Didn't board the train till 8.40!!!
Finally got to work at 10am and immediately start getting whingey lectures about how some people have been commenting that I'm not helping them enough. I then go off on one into a rant about how I can't read minds and people really should tell me things as I'm always busy and would rather not create work un-necessarily.
Angry day at the office
