A Shitty Day by all accounts
This is NOT how to start a day:
Wake up earlier than planned (after 6 or so hours of sleep, thank god it was good sleep).
Go to the bathroom and discover your toilet is quite successfully attempting to belch up foul and MOST odorous mysterious sewerage type matter.
Vainly try to correct the out of control revenge of the toilet with a plunger with an EXTREMELY short handle (thank god I had hair dye in the cupboard with gloves to use.... didn't help with the extreme nausea though).
Make a second attempt on vanquishing the bog demons by shoving a hose down the loo. How the HELL I got the job of hose shover and HE got to be the fat tap controller I'll never figure out (yes I had a dummy spit after my stomach stopped doing amazing triple flips with quadruple twists some time later).
Comb the yellow pages in desparation looking for a plumber that's not too far away (when you consider we're in a slightly boondock flavoured area) and is willing to ruin his Sunday playing with rancid faecal matter.
While waiting for the poor plumber (who's soon to make us poor I'm sure) here a 'beep... buzz...buzz' from the mobile that was still on silent (this is a frequent occurence, 8 years of having to have it on silent I rarely remember to turn it back on).
Check the missed calls register... three ominous missed calls that all seem to be work extensions.
Call straight through to the Duty Manager to find out the down low... Night Manager's sick.. out for the count... can I do grave tonight instead of the nice cruisy afternoon shift I was meant to have.
.....god I wanted to go back to bed, hide under the doona and not come out... preferably for several days.
So here I am at 5am with approximately 1 hours sleep chortling on the couch yesterday rather than watching some repeat of 'The Great Outdoors.'
Just to shmear the icing on the cake.... the fucking fucking EFTPOS lines have crashed at some stage and do NOT work.... morning receptionist and duty manager are going to have fun. I'm hoping to shirk ALL responsibility and slink off.... home or the gym... we'll see how conscious I am at that time.
The 27th August was a shitty day. What else can I say.
Wake up earlier than planned (after 6 or so hours of sleep, thank god it was good sleep).
Go to the bathroom and discover your toilet is quite successfully attempting to belch up foul and MOST odorous mysterious sewerage type matter.
Vainly try to correct the out of control revenge of the toilet with a plunger with an EXTREMELY short handle (thank god I had hair dye in the cupboard with gloves to use.... didn't help with the extreme nausea though).
Make a second attempt on vanquishing the bog demons by shoving a hose down the loo. How the HELL I got the job of hose shover and HE got to be the fat tap controller I'll never figure out (yes I had a dummy spit after my stomach stopped doing amazing triple flips with quadruple twists some time later).
Comb the yellow pages in desparation looking for a plumber that's not too far away (when you consider we're in a slightly boondock flavoured area) and is willing to ruin his Sunday playing with rancid faecal matter.
While waiting for the poor plumber (who's soon to make us poor I'm sure) here a 'beep... buzz...buzz' from the mobile that was still on silent (this is a frequent occurence, 8 years of having to have it on silent I rarely remember to turn it back on).
Check the missed calls register... three ominous missed calls that all seem to be work extensions.
Call straight through to the Duty Manager to find out the down low... Night Manager's sick.. out for the count... can I do grave tonight instead of the nice cruisy afternoon shift I was meant to have.
.....god I wanted to go back to bed, hide under the doona and not come out... preferably for several days.
So here I am at 5am with approximately 1 hours sleep chortling on the couch yesterday rather than watching some repeat of 'The Great Outdoors.'
Just to shmear the icing on the cake.... the fucking fucking EFTPOS lines have crashed at some stage and do NOT work.... morning receptionist and duty manager are going to have fun. I'm hoping to shirk ALL responsibility and slink off.... home or the gym... we'll see how conscious I am at that time.
The 27th August was a shitty day. What else can I say.
posted by LuSh at 12:01 PM
3 Comments:
Oh - the loo thing used to happen to us whenever we had a visitor. One extra person and......... oh my. Oh Oh Oh my.
So what was wrong with your shitter?
I wanna be a plumber. Those fuckers are RICH!!
Mel.. once was enough.. specially after we had full septic tanks on Christmas last year, lets hope for no repeat performances!
Steph... either I'm as full of crap as people tell me, or the half flush, though water saving, doesn't flush the poopie stuff sufficiently far enough along the pipe!
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