my ruined morning

I've been working flat out the last couple of weeks. Going in at 7.30 am and coming home around 8.30 pm. To say I'm tired would be the understatement of the year. Nor does it help that I've been very poorly too.

Yesterday (Friday) I met up with my brother after work. We went for at coffee and he gave me a dvd and some food before we said goodbye, bless him. I went straight home, put my dvd on and enjoyed the luxury of not having to cook tea. Then I woke up, four hours later, turned the telly off swapped my settee for my bed. I hadn't even finished the food that my brother had given me, just passed out there in my settee - exhausted.

Early the following morning I got woken by the phone ringing. Still asleep I answered, whereas a woman said
Hello miss Marple, it's mrs. Fisher

I knew I should know a lady named mrs. Fisher, so I tried to sound polite and happy when I said hello back. However, then she started talking about coming to see me at work and could she perhaps come a bit earlier than the time I'd given her on Monday?

I said of course she could, whereas she said
Ok, thank you, now you can go back to sleep.

Then I woke up. Understood the whole conversation.

You see, I'm in the midst of a lot of customer meetings at work. This woman was a client of mine. And she had phoned me at home! On a Saturday morning on my private landline to my private address. On my phone number which is withheld and not listed in the phonebook!

The cheek!!! I was fuming. What an old cow. Oh, and did I mention her name is mrs. Fisher? (In case she reads this or any of you know her. Tell her she violated every bloody sense of privacy there is). It's like me phoning my doctor at his home on a Saturday morning to ask if I could change my appointment. It's just so outrageously thick!

I'm seriously thinking of phoning her at 3 am one morning next week, wake her up and say
Hello mrs. Fisher, it's miss Marple. I just wanted to know if you enjoyed our meeting. Now you can go back to sleep.

I should, shouldn't I?

clothes time - again

I have been poorly lately. It’s been quite serious, but as it’s nothing that shows on the outside (i.e. a broken arm or an amputated leg) it’s been hard explaining to my colleagues why I’m struggling a bit at the moment.

One of the side effects of my medication is that I keep having severe hot and cold spells, which are slightly embarrassing and very tiresome.

One morning recently I got collared to join the dreaded compulsory 08.45 am coffee break. All of a sudden I had a hot flush. I took of my cardigan and sat in a white, all buttoned up shirt neatly tucked into my suit trousers. It's a pretty shirt if you ask me...

No wonder you’re feeling hot when you’re wearing tight fitted clothes like that, H said.

I felt it was no point of going into discussion with her. A couple of others joined in:

I guess it’s fashion theses days, but Jesus, miss Marple, you should dress sensible like us!

If I hadn’t gotten so angry I would’ve seen the funny side to that comment. I sincerely hope I never start dressing the way they do. (And if I do, please shoot me someone!)

H saw that I got annoyed. She seems to like that, she does, and I could see her evil side taking over as she continued:

Let’s face it, miss Marple, you’re not a slim young thing anymore. You’re way past having a body that fits into clothes like that. There's bulges everywhere!

I couldn’t sit quiet anymore. Simply said it would be nice to be able to spend one single day in the office without someone commenting on the way I look.

I’ve never said anything before, H protested loudly and continued and by the way – you ought to be able to take criticism, don’t you think?!

But the thing is: I think I’ve taken enough criticism at this place to last me a life time. Don’t you think?