This morning I snapped. Not exactly like Michael Douglas in ‘Falling Down’ but let’s just say I was more than annoyed.
After months and months of tram related inconvenience, I finally felt the urge to bawl one of the flourescent jacketed pricks right out of it. I am working from home today. I like working from home. However, what I don’t like is when the tram workers switch off all of the power without warning causing me to lose the last half hour’s work because the PC just switches off.
The final straw. The camels back was broken. Out I went.
Basically, I lost the plot and ended up having words with the head monkey outside who informed me they had found a fault. No shit Sherlock. The whole street has no power and my document doesn’t have a summary. Now a fault is one thing, but this happens every second day and it’s not just power. Sometimes it’s water as well. Anyway, he just gave me a “not much I can do pal” shrug.
Completely unimpressed, I stormed back to the flat, beaten but unbowed. I had made my point.
Note to burly workers: Jokingly asking me to stick the kettle on when the power eventually does come back won’t prevent you from getting a dry slap. You are a big man, but you are out of shape.
on Sep 25th, 2008 at 9:44 am
I can’t believe they said that to you as you went back to your flat- how cheeky! I would have thrown some hot water from my flat window right at that twat and see how he likes it!!
on Sep 26th, 2008 at 3:26 am
Ugh. Tram: Edinburgh’s four letter word. I thought I was badly affected working in the West End (or Edinburgh’s worst laid out car park as it is now known) but at least I don’t live near the mayhem. I’ll be watching the Evening News with interest to see if you finally do a Michael Douglas!
on Sep 27th, 2008 at 6:46 am
I see you as more part Bill Foster, part Walter Sobchak.
A 50-50 amalgam of mayhem.
“F#ck it, dude. Let’s go bowling.”