You can all thank me for the win.
Got up at 04.50am to get to the gym before work.
Checked weather - dry.
Got on the train at 05.28am
Threw coffee down my white shirt at 05.50am
Got off train - raining fucking sideways. No coat. No brolly.
Get to work at 9am with loads of work and cancel a coffee meeting at 10am to crack on.
Fucking fire drill kicks us out for an hour at 10 on the dot.
Multiple meetings prevent me catching up on work all day. Bolt at 5pm for the train....
Fire at Hither Green. Trains totally fuckinh fucked.
Try to book an Uber. App needs updating. LB 4g non existent. Watching it. 1%. 2%. 3%. 4%.
FMFL!!!
App updates. Book Uber. Walk to meeting point.
Fucking great big lorry in front of Uber decides to park and unload. I was about to have a nervous, stress induced breakdown at this point when a man in a high vis vest came running towards the driver and basically told him to F off.
Winding through London traffic it's now after 6pm and I'm worried. But as soon as we go through the silvertown tunnel traffic parts and my Uber driver, who doesn't speak a word of English just fucking nails it all the way to Bexley to collect the car.
Eventually reach home at 19.20, finish the takeaway i picked up en route and literally sit down to put the match on with family bang on kick off.
Yesterday my job was to be the bad luck magnet.
And I caught it ALL.
Got up at 04.50am to get to the gym before work.
Checked weather - dry.
Got on the train at 05.28am
Threw coffee down my white shirt at 05.50am
Got off train - raining fucking sideways. No coat. No brolly.
Get to work at 9am with loads of work and cancel a coffee meeting at 10am to crack on.
Fucking fire drill kicks us out for an hour at 10 on the dot.
Multiple meetings prevent me catching up on work all day. Bolt at 5pm for the train....
Fire at Hither Green. Trains totally fuckinh fucked.
Try to book an Uber. App needs updating. LB 4g non existent. Watching it. 1%. 2%. 3%. 4%.
FMFL!!!
App updates. Book Uber. Walk to meeting point.
Fucking great big lorry in front of Uber decides to park and unload. I was about to have a nervous, stress induced breakdown at this point when a man in a high vis vest came running towards the driver and basically told him to F off.
Winding through London traffic it's now after 6pm and I'm worried. But as soon as we go through the silvertown tunnel traffic parts and my Uber driver, who doesn't speak a word of English just fucking nails it all the way to Bexley to collect the car.
Eventually reach home at 19.20, finish the takeaway i picked up en route and literally sit down to put the match on with family bang on kick off.
Yesterday my job was to be the bad luck magnet.
And I caught it ALL.