So the end of my work day finally arrives, at last! It had gone so slow today because it was for the most part dead. Nothing to do at all, I had the odd phone call here and there and that was about it.
Looking at the weather I couldn’t wait to get in my car, blast on the heaters to full and get stuck in traffic for 40 minutes while I try and navigate my way back home.
I get out to my car in the car park, put the key in the ignition, twist it… Nothing.
What did I do? Left the fucking lights on this morning, so it’s been slowly draining battery power for the last 9 hours! The engine doesn’t even make that funny clicking sound when your battery is nearly depleted, it’s flat!
So here I am still sat in work, waiting for the break down recovery man to arrive to charge me up. It took long enough to find the damn number as well, they don’t make it clear on the website, I had to do several Google searches before I found the actual number. One number I was trying was an Australian number!
Finally found it, got through to some Irish guy named Jamie who assured me someone will be out within the hour, they fucking better be, I have Chinese food waiting for me at home and then a nice comfortable bed!
Had I not left my lights on I would already be home by now, I’d have been home 10 minutes ago, I thought it’d be alright to leave my wallet at home so the one day I leave my wallet at home, this happens and I can’t even afford to get the damn train, not a happy bunny.
My own damn though, just can’t believe I did this again after doing it the last time earlier this year when I worked elsewhere! Must be something about Sheffield that makes me brain dead.