I was having a stunning tantrum this morning, when I hauled my lazy carcass out of bed and prepared myself to get to work. At the last minute, as I always do, I groped the fridge for today's lunch. Always,t he lunches must be pre-prepared because there is not a shit show of me actually being up early enough to make one on the day.
What did I find (other than disreputable odour)?
The platic container, with a little rice and no curry with it. OK so someone mistakenly ate the curry, inconvenient but I suppose I could deal with it. But when I find half aserving in a bowl on the bench to go mouldy & some bland rice in the fridge I get really fucked off. Who thinks that someone is seriously going to eat the caking nugget of rice left in the plastic container, especially after it has no doubt been stirred by a be-salived fork. Why not put it in the compost because realistically it is going to end up there anyway, just several weeks later and stinkier.
This also tells me my lunches must be of epic proportions, but then again I never get up early enough for breakfast.
A fly just buzzed around me. Obviously I am letting my hygeine slip.
Anyway, coupled with the people bitching at me at work, and the utter boredom of it all I am about ready to go out and kick some people.
Maybe I could start with that bloody fly.
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