Sometimes it seems like I am the last one to find out...about everything! Arrived at work punctually this morning to find the office closed due to industrial action. Had I known I would have joined my colleagues on the picket line at HQ, however my bed beckoned after another late night shift at Portland Hospital Radio. Still it was no consolation for rising early when I could have nestled back down under the duvet. Not a sole cared to tell me Ray is returning to Portland Hospital Radio for a thrice weekly teatime slot. Arrived at the station yesterday to be greeted by Ray holding an on air discussion on effective stress relief strategies. I listened in the office without comment as Kazzy nodded in agreement to everything Ray said, little does she know that six months or so ago Ray was a huge ball of drunken anxiety rebounding about my flat. I quietly seethed as he spoke in hushed tones, seducing the listener with his cod-psychology. Suddenly he spotted me lurking by the filing cabinet and beckoned me into the studio, then preceded to tell me I looked tired and suggested I timetable some 'me' time into my hectic schedule. I was livid, so much so I included Alanis Morrisette on that evening's playlist and 'forgot' to thank Ray for his advice. That'll be the last time he comes round to mine for a cup of camomile.
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