Time to eff off and get my hair cut.

Do I go back to S&F's and get some sleep then finish the last little bit of packing?

Do I do the little packing bit first and then play my guitar for the last time in two weeks?

We are leaving vair vair early in the morning. Or late at night depending how you look at it.

Oh bugger, I will just wing it!

Now!

you lot.

No one AND I MEAN NO ONE burn your blog down while I am away, and if there is internet anywhere near the resort I will chat to you sometime soon.

That is not including if I go on it at S&F's of course.

See ya.

Well what to do; tidy the desk up a bit? - maybe.

Wash my mug out? – well obviously, don’t want to come back to a mug full of mushrooms. Again.

Bin some of the old guitar magazines that fill my in tray? Well that would be the “green” thing to do.

Go get my haircut? – Well yes, I am far too soft and spiky round the head regions. But that is to be done when I leave work.

Set my work email to “out of office”? – All done.

And as I have done all the work I have to do, I am done for the day really.

So what to do till four O’clock?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

That’s me.

You see it is my last day at work for the week.

So I think it is Friday. It just feels like one.

Sooooooooooooooooo

As it is Wednesday, the building society don’t open till 09.30.

A fact that was politely explained to me by the nice man in the Nationwide when I politely (thank Christ I was polite) asked why they didn’t open at 09.00.

As I then told him about my concerns regarding my attempts to deposit some money in the ATM as detailed in my previous post, all I could here in my brain was my little inner me going (YOU WANKER YOU WANKER YOU WANKER!)

Anyway, they have told me everything will be fine.

And probably laughed at me after I left………….

No, it’s a spoonerism not a reference to a flat chested girl. Sheeeesh you people only ever think about sex.

No, I would like to say something to building societies and the Nationwide in particular.

If it says that you open at 09.00 on your website, and it also says 09.00 on your door

FUCKING OPEN AT 09.00 YOU BASTARDS!

Then maybe I wouldn’t have had to fuck about trying to deposit a big chunk of money in the poxy ATM, which fucked up and did not complete the transaction first time (ok, me putting the envelope in the wrong way round, snatching it out and trying to put it back into the now gagging slot and causing the machine to freak may not have helped) and then not given me my card back for a couple of minutes after the second attempt. Maybe now I would be sure of how much money is going to be in my account for use on holiday.

Maybe now I would not be contemplating making voodoo dolls of all your fuckwit useless at time management staff.

Tense? Me?

Nah.