I have been taking a train into the city each Wednesday when I visit the psychiatrist. The reason being is that I really dislike the drive home from the session. The traffic is peak hour and it is just stop start for most of the way. As I drive a manual, I spend the time going from first to second to third gear and back down again.
At work today I called Bossman a ‘fucking cunt’. It was under my breath so he did not hear it which is how it was meant to be. Imagine if people heard all the things we muttered about them under our breath. We would be jobless and friendless for sure.