On Friday morning, 10 feet away from the office, I dropped an unbelievably expensive earring into a drain, as you do. We’re talking an annual salary kind of earring. Never mind my common sense (lack thereof), the thing ripped my earlobe clean open and is in the drain, it’s 8 am. I am rather distressed and act it; cut long story short, the entire office comes down, calls Westminster Council, explains to the council that yes, this is an emergency regardless of Covid. They turn up with a huge truck that barely fits in the street and pull the thing out, against all odds, despite the fact it’s in a drain and we’re having floods all over Europe. It feels surreal, a properly ridiculous Hollywood ending, and the entire street full of office and hospitality workers, who’d been watching the show, cheers, In the Heights-style. No one did any work between 8 am and 1 pm when the truck appeared.
Now I really feel apprehensive about needing to resign. Bought the girl who called the council a cake, but that’s not going to cut it. The whole thing is a so-called well-rounded plot.
Now I really feel apprehensive about needing to resign. Bought the girl who called the council a cake, but that’s not going to cut it. The whole thing is a so-called well-rounded plot.
Last edited by AgrippinaX; 07-19-21 at 04:55 AM.