Made the fateful return to work this Monday and the fateful return to P&B at the same time.
Went in thinking positive seeing as I had been off for 12 weeks, ready to knuckle down and batter on with some work. 8:05am all positivity was gone.
The old c**t in my office let off an absolute ripper of a fart, stunk the place out a belter. By 10:30am he was cutting his nails at the desk with the office scissors. Shortly after one of the office rulers became his back scratcher. Today, a paperclip became a tool to remove his earwax with which he has rolled up into balls and dropped somewhere on the floor.
Furlough me again. Please.