Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Bad day

I've just spent ten minutes trying to send an e-mail. That is the pattern my working life has taken there last couple of weeks.

Turn up for a centre regularity review. No manager.

Go to a meeting, which I have waited for all damn day, and can't do anything until I have the information due to be revealed. Person is off sick and no-one thought to let me know.

And now, to top off everything, Charlie has gone missing. It seems that the trauma from the vets and the forced pilling has been too much, and he has disappeared.

Fuck.