Being the stoic that I am, I managed to drag myself into work again today, despite being desperately ill with man-flu. Well to be more precise, I didn't drag myself in, I cadged a lift with Juan and Phil so that we didn't have to take two cars to work. That's environmental that is. The reason that my affliction was so debilitating today, was that last night I decided to skip dinner in order to have an early night because I was exhausted after so many new product launches [woe is me. Mop my fevered brow and feed me grapes!]. As you can probably tell, I don't like suffering in silence.
In my head, I had already planned out what was going to happen when we arrived at work; I was going to crawl under my desk and sleep, and let Juan and Phil do the rest (everyone else is out of the office today and we have more tumbleweed wafting around).
Unfortunately, things didn't turn out quite as I had hoped. Firstly, we found a container lorry driving aimlessly around, and yep....... it was for us.
Then one of our lovely customers / chums turned up for a visit. Helloooooo Nick! I asked him if I could include him in the blog because Juan never does anything that I can write about and I wanted some new material, so he agreed.
So above is a picture of Nick, and I like to call him the 'Antipodean Terror Man' because he comes from New Zealand, and sells us dodgy vans. Mind you, if you need some very stylish oak doors for your house, give him a buzz because he owns this company: UK Oak Doors
Then because Juan was Jealous that Nick was featuring in the blog over him, he tried to regain ground by giving me the most half-hearted Zoolander I have ever seen in my life. "That was bloody rubbish," I said to him, not expecting him to concede immediately, "I know" he replied.
Towards the end of the day I was fading fast, and because it is a bank holiday week, the phones had gone really quiet. "Right that is it!" I shouted, "we are all going home before I collapse on the spot and dissolve."
Thankfully I was spirited home where I now sit on the sofa, wrapped in a duvet and being pathetic. Whilst listening to Radio 4 with a cold compress on my brow, I suddenly noticed a new 'thing' in my living room.
I looked at it more closely, and blimey, it was a 'television set'. One of the Steves from work had plumbed it in for me. I haven't had a television set in ages........... I tentatively turned it on with the remote control but I couldn't make it show anything other than 'Ice Skaters' and 'Estate Agents', so I got bored, turned it off, and upped the volume on Radio 4.
Have a good weekend!