I know I've set a pattern here of slagging - quiet reflection - slagging - quiet reflection, but no time for quiet reflection as have thin-based pizza in oven.
Weasel is often so tired he can't lift his thumb to text, the reason he gives for this is that he works really hard in the open air and has to go in people's houses which is tiring in itself and has to lift cable drums.
It is true that sometimes he doesn't finish work till 7pm but on these days he hasn't even freaking started till 3pm. He often shakes his head in an "if only you knew" kind of way when I suggest my day was also quite busy. Although my own day (including 3 children and all their concerns, loads of customers for my fledgling business, and sundry other million duties) started at 7:30am and finished at 11:30pm.
I've SEEN him working flat-out. He can phone his supervisor from my kitchen and tell him he's nearly on site but stuck in a queue on the A33 at present. He doesn't blush, sound sheepish or even see a discrepancy in what he says. Because one of the key things about Weasel and one that I will explore when I have a couple of days off is that he LIES.
Sunday, 22 April 2007
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