Guano

The total uselessness of the rubbish outfit I work for and their inability to do anything I ask, combined with having to be nice and bottle up my deep frustration, has resulted in a stinker of a headache. I woke in the night with this ghastly pain in my brain and thought I might not make it to the morning. I did. Maybe I am not cut out for work. The dog rather enjoys work on the other hand. He strutted about the warehouse peeing on several boxes, a sign and a roll of packing material. I cracked on with loads of work much of which was scraping pigeon poo off telephone boxes. Such fun. Today should be much the same.