I'll hang with you in the "shit day club" if you like......

Get to work, early (for a change) to find no one could be bothered to do the put away the delivery yesterday (instead they just pissed about as I was off and not keeping an eye on them) So I had to do it. Which meant it put my first job back by an hour. Great, but since I was early it wasn't the end of the world (bear in mind, that Monday is the ONLY working day I look forward to as there is no delivery on Sunday nights so I don't have to put away the 20-30 screens and same ammount of door glass's, trims etc)

So I finish putting it away at a little before 9, to find that there has been a fuck up yesterday, and the car I fitted a windscreen into on Saturday, that we PROMISED there would be someone in the buiolding between 9-10am yesterday so they could collect it, was still there. Seems the lad who was supposed to be in, simply fucked off somewhere else, and a) wasn't around to let the customer in to collect thier car, and b) didn't put it outside so they could collect it with their spare key in case he wasn't there - like he was asked to do and reminded about 7 times on Sat

So I have to deal with an irate woman who is supposed to be at Farborough Air Show with her work, who instead is sat home waiting to find out if she can have her car back.....

Boss bends MY ear about it, as if it's my fault considering I'm off , and I end up driving the car to the customers house, then getting a bus back With my own money too as "ooh, there might not be any change in the safe"

So now I am WELL behind by the time I get back at nearer 11.... Cept I get back to find a fucking shitty old Taxi in need a new screen, and convieniently every fucker has scarpered leaving me to do it. Arse.

12 o'clock comes and I suddenly get told I am going to have to go out mobile fitting as someone else hasn't bothered to come in

Great. Only THEN do I realise that one of the little fucking cunts who works for me has decided to take it upon himself to help himself to my A-Z cos he can't be arsed to buy his own. No phone call to me, no mention of it to anyone else - just stole it out my van.

So I have to go mobile, with no A-Z and no clue where I am going. How professional did I look ringing up customers asking them to tell me how to get to their location?

Plus, it was about 35deg in town, no fucking shade ANYWHERE, and I cut myself. Badly.

Might go next door now and beat the shit out of their bird table or something......