I’ve told myself to do that aswell. Will let work know in the morning.
Half the directors in my company (wife and I) have told me to work from home tomorrow
I want a day off, one of you feckers fancy ringing in for me and tell them my car’s stuck on your drive.
I wish I could WFH tomorrow. Fuckers have dumped a really shitty job on me from nowhere with a tight deadline. Basically, stuff fucked up by others and now screamingly urgent and my problem. Can do without icy roads in the morning!
Non business-crtical staff.
I will endeavour to get into work tomorrow so this country keeps moving.
Small sprinkling of snow in Cheshire, still idiots in BMWs and Audis trying to find the slippery spot at 80mph on A roads.
It’s cold, but we are Northern meat men and a capped T-shirt is surely enough.
Bare chests or be shamed!
Aha, just had the emergency alert - The University is closed tomorrow.
I, on the other hand, am lecturing at 11:00. Feckin’ weather.
Just been outside, the roads look a little damp.
Wow, and it’s Christmas in a few weeks.
Dear Santa, I would really love … thank you
6 flakes here. Icy as fuck. Van won’t start. Still not had a mince pie.
Wank.
Haven’t attempted to get to work today and with -8c forecast for tonight, I won’t be bothering tomorrow either
Same here.
3° and pissing down. Fucking immobiliser on the car fucked so won’t start and I have to use the other one which has pissed the missus off. I am on the train 4 trains after the one Originally intended, soaking wet and cold with a day of fucking doom ahead work wise, with a ridiculous deadline caused coz some hopeless cunt in Italy - who should have some understanding of tailored clothing, seeing as that is how he makes a living - can’t get a jacket right after 6 samples!
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