“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.