It was raining heavily. It had been raining heavily for three hours now. I'm soaked through and can barely see across the street. Forget the stakeout, I'm going inside to have a look around.
No alarm... curious. Ah, baseball bat next to door. Not gonna do you much good if the intruder's already inside when you get downstairs, but if it makes him feel safe.
Not sure why I'm here... something about a ring. I'm sure there was more of us earlier, but I seem to be alone. Headlights flash across the windows... Hell, he's back early! Well, it's now or never. I make my way to the door as the key jingles in the lock, picking up the bat as I go...
Day 3
The lever-arch files on my desk are multiplying. Three more were passed to me today, plus a box of paperwork from 2003; that makes sixteen files and one box. My next-door neighbor is off in Europe this week, so the files have slowly migrated over to his desk as the day has gone by. I'll be buggered when he gets back on Monday though. Ho hum...
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Meeting with 'group accountant'
Group Accountant: "So, we need you go over these files, look at the work I did last time and sort out the figures to correct your accounts with, okay?"
Me: "Sure, yeh. Just run me through it."
Me, thinking: 'OMG, WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME WITH THIS SH...'
GA: "Okay, now when I finished this work last time..."
Me, thinking: 'If it's finished, then WHY are we talking about it!?!?!?'
GA: "... 'the managing director' didn't give me time to finish the numbers off, so we had to put some estimates through..."
Me, thinking (yes, again): 'That's because you were already SIX MONTHS LATE!!!'
GA: "So the numbers I gave you in June may have been a bit off."
Me, thinking: '... (pause)... WHAT!?!??
GA: "I'll go through what needs looking at, and then you can go away and check through it, and re-do the numbers for last time."
Me, thinking: 'You're damn right I will, ya fat lazy bas...'
Me: 'Sure, yeh.'
---five minutes later---
FatMan (as he shall now be called): "So, if you go through this list, and tick off what's been done and then prepare the new figures with differences to the estimates, and..." phone rings "oh, one second..."
FatMan, to phone: "Hi there, {name omitted - ManagingDirector}... Yeh... Yeh... No, yeh... Well, I'm just going through that with him now, and then we'll let him get on with it... Yeh, of course yeh... Okay, see ya then." phone drops into cradle with a klunk
FatMan: "Right, where was I? Oh, yes... Okay, now when I finished this work last time the managing director didn't give me time to finish the numbers off, so we had to put some estimates through. So the numbers I gave you in..."
Me, thinking: 'Oh dear god, no!.'
Me: 'Erm, I think I'll be alright... Peter explaimed some of it to me earlier.'
Me, thinking: 'Did he f***, but I'm not listening to five minutes of that drivel from you again, you unqualified turd...'
FatMan: "Oh, okay then. Here you go, and there's that box to go with them three aswell."
Me: 'Thanks.' [/sarcasm laced]
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Bitter of his position? I hear you say...
Hell yes!
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Flying through life like a bat out of hell, I hit a brick wall in my work day - every day at 4.45. No matter what I'm working at, my will to work seems to break down and go for a 45 minute smoke break while I stare at my monitor and wonder why my desktop is blue - I hate blue.
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More soon... Stay Happy! 
. . . or else. . .