12. Ladder

“I’m not coming into work today, I’ve been hit on the head with a ladder.”

That’s what I thought on my way in this morning when this guy came round the corner with a massive ladder. He was carrying it on his shoulder and all I could think of was the ladder swinging round the corner and smacking me on the head. Then I wouldn’t be able to come to work would I?!

I don’t want to be here today. I wish I didn’t have to be here. I wish I didn’t have to work at all to be honest. Imagine you didn’t have to work, but you had all the money. I’ve already planned what I’m spending my lottery money on… I should probably buy a ticket. 

It’s not that I don’t like working here, but everyone sometimes wishes they didn’t have to come to work. I’m knackered. And I can’t be arsed dealing with pissy people. They’ve got loads of money. I mean, they probably work for it, but they’ve got loads of money and it’s like they know I haven’t. So they’re a dick.

Imagine I was hit on the head with that ladder. Dyu reckon anyone would believe me? Weird that innit, “I’ve been hit on the head with a ladder.” To be fair, I probably wouldn’t be able to say I’d been hit on the head, I’d just not just turn up and then everyone would be thinking I was asleep and probably being a bitch but then it’s all because I was smacked on the head and got concussion. 

2 thoughts on “12. Ladder

  1. You could probably get insurance money over that concussion, too! Haha I make sure to have something to look forward to to get my lazy ass to work. When the money becomes absolutely necessary, then the work gets done. Currently, I have my US trip coming up in 4 months and I can’t afford to be hit in the head with anything. Not even a leaf.

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