Brain freeze

The work clowns made me spend my morning doing nothing. They'd only gone and overstaffed something like the zealots they are and there we all were lurching about like zombies with nothing to do.

The whole sodding morning sitting there with my jaw resting on my hand, staring passively like a cow at a stranger in a field.

This is not unusual, this me doing nothingness. I do it for long stretches every day. What I resent, however, is that I was not doing all this nothing on my own terms, and was in fact, obliged to idle at the bidding of somebody else. It's intolerable is that.

Anyway, I freed myself by dint of a cunning ploy.

C'mere, I says to the head honcho, am I actually needed here.

Eh no, she says.

Grand so, says I, and I fucked off for a coffee on my way back to the office.

My mental sharpness had been somewhat eroded however, and in O'Brien's, I got confuddled by their boast poster in the window about free range poultry, and so I managed to order a large range cappuchicken in a fit of tongue twist. Everyone laughed at me.

I should have stayed at home today, pretending to be snowed in.