Is a question which you'll undoubtedly be pondering, especially as I don't update this blog quite as often as I'd like to. Well, sit down, make yourself a nice cup of Mellow Birds and enjoy.
Mrs Smythe is a difficult and often truculent woman, prone to fluctuations in mood and opinion. I'd been experiencing issues with her treatment of me for a while, but decided to retain a distance as I needed the money.
It all came to a head last Thursday and due to the excessive heat, things were brought to a head. I'd taken a longer lunchbreak than usual to pick up Father's elasticated stockings and a spare washable wig from the chemist. As ever, there was a queue because an old woman was arguing that her husband's supply of Viagara hadn't been sent to the branch in good time. This all meant that I was late back to work.
I tried to call Mrs Smythe's mobile phone, but it rang and rang without the voicemail picking up. This is one of the most annoying things about her: her inability to stump up for the useful things which only cost a few pennies.
I rang the Agency and quit, giving a week's notice, as per my contract. Life's too short to be miserable.
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