Maniac Monday

Absolutely shocking day. Received a formal warning at work for leaving our ever eager volunteer Mandy on reception whilst I popped downstairs to the disabled toilet (the quietest place in the building!) to brush up on my French revision. Had she not been following me around all morning like a lap dog I may have considered otherwise but Mandy's sweet nature won me over and I offered her a half hour stint managing reception. No sooner had I sat on the toilet to revise my French greetings when I heard a blood curdling scream. I bolted up the stairs and back into the office to be greeted by a maniac wielding my poster display staple gun. How on earth he got his hands on it I'll never know, it's not something I lend out easily to colleagues never mind inebriated lunatics. Thankfully my team leader managed to talk some sense into him, he placed the staple gun down and left the office. It was a hairy moment which thankfully passed without physical injury, although Mandy was in tears for twenty minutes afterwards. I was apprehended by Marcus, senior solicitor, who gave me a formal written warning and a sour scowl.

And my day from Hull didn't end there. Arrived home a little earlier than usual to discover the postman side stepping my flat yet again. Its been over a month since I've had anything but leaflets for gold cashing enterprises and fast food emporiums through my door, with some fire in my belly from the day's horrible proceedings I took the issue up with my postie. He muttered something about a mail re-direction and soldiered on with his leaflet drop. This is a line of enquiry I urgently need to pursue as my bank statements and utility bills for August and September have not yet graced my doorstep and I need to look at my financial situation in good time for dad's wedding.
After all the stress of the day I was dying for a herbal tea and a banana sandwich before I set off for another late night shift at Portland Hospital Radio. So I brewed up and I logged online to discover another request for money from Simone Loving. I wouldn't mind but I sent her £25 just a few days ago and in return I received a distorted photo of a manly looking lady dressed in an overtight leotard. Despite this offending photo I forgave her and I guess deep down inside I dread losing contact. Her emails are usually the highlight of my day, so I sent her a tenner and requested a rendez vous in return. Hopefully she can accommodate a man in need of stress relief.