This evening I stared at myself in the mirror, long and hard. I had a haircut recently so I am getting used to how I look once again and also because I feel absolutely knackered. Work really took it out of me, especialialy after we suffered from, what my boss lied to call 'Code Red's' The first was after somebody had a toilet accident, the second was introduced rather ominously as he said 'follow me.' Silently we ran up the stairs to the managers office (in great haste mind, as this was a 'code red) he sat down at his desk and said:
'Theo, what do you think of this song?'
And he put on Turn Around by Conor Maynard, a song so naff I couldn't make it through the first chorus. At least the absurdity of the request was a welcome change of pace considering the manic day we had; and I have a sinking suspicion that tomorrow is gonna be worse.
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