As promised this is you second installment of the silly calamities that befall me on Monday's so here goes...
When I arrived at work I realised that I had somehow managed to set the time on my brand new phone to the wrong time. And since my real time is unfortunately troubled by GMT (Ghana Man Time), I spend most of my life running late. So today I bolted into work like demons were chasing me, as in, I ran all the way from the evil Jubilee Line platform to my workplace. Huffing and puffing like an old goat only to discover I was TWO WHOLE HOURS early. I could have cried! THEN on the way home I managed to be the ONLY PERSON in a crowd to get splashed when the bus we had waited twenty minutes for decided not to stop. When I finally got to my door I was near tears, such was my happiness just imagining the warmth on the other side, except my mum had left her keys in the door from inside so I couldn't unlock it from the outside. The doorbell is broken so I stood knocking on my own front door for AN HOUR. While my mum enjoyed an hour-long call to Ghana, her mobile was dead and the house phone was obviously engaged. Grrr!
Silver lining: The new fone I got on Sunday means I no longer have to carry a spare battery and a charger everywhere I go. Yay for me!
6 comments:
I could swear someone cursed Mondays, either that or Sunday evening's fufu fest musta caused it.!! Nsoromma sorry oo..
Thanx for the commiserations, I don't what to blame it on but Fufu is definately a good excuse!
That's one mean Monday. Sorry.
sorry yeh!
@ Afrocentric - Come on, crear off! Gerrout!
Hahaha at Afrocentric! Haven't heard that one in a minute.
In regards to the work thing- been there man! Was gonna say you should have gone and had a kip in the staffroom then I remembered where I was talking about. No chance of being left in peace...
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