Got into work late today, as this bloke came to fix my car window. He assured me it would be OK now and left pretty quickly after I paid him (he preferred cash). Now, something new to torment me — the new window whistled whenever I picked up speed on my way to work.
When I did get to work, Stuart called me into his office. I thought he was going to tell me off for being late, which I thought was a bit rough, considering all the extra hours I do for him, unpaid. But when I got in, he shut the door and asked me what the hell was I doing recommending an 8% return on that property on Thursday, and was I trying to send him broke? I stammered something or other, went back to my office, and changed the recommendation back to my original suggestion of 6%, which Stuart also thought would be about right.
Jesus, another one of Donna’s monthly sayings that should be ignored.
Car still whistling on the way home.