What is it about Mondays at work, it doesn't matter where you are, invariably it all goes tits up at the slightest opportunity. I think the government needs to get some of their boffins in to study this!
Anyway, where was I, oh yes-Monday morning. Things started off normal but quickly degenerated into near chaos.
One old man, who came in with his wife, and who looked surprised anytime someone asked him a question, just stood there and wet himself, creating a large puddle on the floor which he then walked through spreading it around the office.
As we were mopping that up a large family came in. As soon as the lady started talking to reception all her kids started running in different directions. Never was a taser more needed, or at least a fishing net and a club!
The rest of the day was spent telling people they couldn't bring their bikes into the office, no matter how quick their enquiry was, and standing there trying to understand the requests and questions of a large number of eastern europeans whose combined knowledge of english equated to 'hello',' thank you', 'we no english' and 'we no have work'.
Still, it makes the day go by faster!
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