Magnum PI

I had a very very bad day today, mood rating 2 out of 10. This could only have been descreased if I had the man flu or some lurgy or other, but as I am in normal health I have rated it accordingly.

Had a terrible nights sleep last night and went to work horrendously tired beyond words. I am not a morning person at the best of times, but I seriously have no idea how I drove to work this morning without causing a major traffic violation.

Or maybe I did and I just didnt see it as I was sleeping.

Stewarty, feeling sorry for me comes around the desk and in a manly fashion gives me a big bearhug around the head and shoulders. Except I had put my telephone headset on by this time and the little mouthpiece actually got in my mouth and so Im choking on this plastic tube. It was like being at the dentist except without the suction noise.

Mid morning I had to phone home due to an emergency and added 20 minutes onto my working day for taking the call. Such is life.

Things dont pick up until lunchtime when I bump into a colleague of mine thats raising money for mens prostrate cancer by growing a moustache for Movember, moustaches grown in the month of november. He was telling me that he is very dissapointed with his growth as half is grey, half is ginger and while he had been hoping for the full Magnum PI, he had ended up with the Freddy Mercury.

Now, I can relate to this as I was part of the works Movember team last year and I had planned to go for the full Dennis Hopper but had ended up looking more Errol Flyn.

However, then my text message bleeps on my phone and the following message arrives from Jeanny, now I dont condone this message or intend to forward it on, and I have bleeped out the expletives should anyone be mildly offended. Rightly or wrongly regardlerss of your stance on the content it was the only thing close to amusement I got all day.

Not every flower can say love, but a Rose can.
Not every plant survives thirst but a Cactus can.
Not every retard can read, but look at you having a go!
Today is international nutters day.
Please send an encouraging message to F****** up friends and loved ones, just as I have done.
I dont care if you lick windows, or occasionaly S*** yourself.
You hang in there cup cake, your F****** special your my mate.
Look at you, smiling at your phone.

I feel a wind up coming on for Jeanny to return the sentiment when she least expects it. I am of course the king of wind ups.

I struggle through the rest of day and Im so shattered by the end of it, I dont even make it to the gym and have to write this journal entry three times due to system crashes.

The only thing remains is to put the eggs that Connie has made in the bin as they have turned out runny and I hate runny eggs.

Going to bed and hopefully tomorrow will be a brighter day.