Day From Hell

Oh, what a day Late for work because of the road hogs What the heck it's raining cat's and dogs My hair's messy I get to work Left my meds at home so gonna fret Haven't had a cup of coffee yet There goes the phone I answer call Mr Jones not got his order yet He's unhappy now and so's his pet I'm getting stressed I open mail Bills and invoices all need paying Telephone rings can't hear what they say Computer fail I phone IT Not available 'till after three Kettles boiled dry so I can't make tea I need to pee I'm in the loo Door won't lock and I just gotta go Half way through door opens no, no, no What can I do I wash my hands Dispenser's empty and no paper towels Leave the loo and the whole office howls I shake my hands I reach my chair Someone's broken it and left it there Arm is hanging down upon the floor I stand and stare I take a breath Looking round me for somewhere to sit Nothing free so defeat I admit I'm sick to death I answer phone School is calling to report my son Need to go and pick him up by one He's been expelled I see my boss He's not happy that I got to go This is now the third day in a row Financial loss I leave my work Never been this flipping stressed before Snagged my stocking on the cloakroom door Feel such a berk I reach the school Pick up Jimmy and give him a clout Swears he's innocent beyond a doubt I lose my cool I drag him home Reach for Valium and throw my phone Ground our Jimmy so I'm now alone Now my thoughts roam I must have slept When I got up it was dark outside Back door open and the window wide I sat and cried Jane Shields (C)