Friday, 21 September 2012

Response 3: I won't be coming in today

Beep! Beep! The damn alarm never stops. I know I need to be up. I know I need to be setting off for the no.30 bus in 10 minutes. I know. I know I can’t be arsed with work today. Whose idea was drinking on a Wednesday night? I am going to kill Julie. One more drink, one more drink, I bet she got the bus just fine.

Sod it. I am not going anywhere today. Time to prepare my ‘sick voice’ and ring work. I don’t care if Julie laughs. I cannot face the London rat race today. I need some Ibuprofen, daytime TV and maybe a bucket. Yes, pain relief and judging the people on Jeremy Kyle will help…

“We interrupt your normal programming to bring you some breaking news. We’re getting reports of a bomb explosion on a double-decker bus on Tavistock Square…”

What? That’s MY bus.

1 comment:

  1. Was it fated or just a random outcome based on how someone felt on the day? We'll never know but I guess sometimes lethargy is the best policy.