It must be Monday.
On the basis that I have to be in the office for a meeting every morning at 7.55, I decided to get up earlier, and get to the office early, so that if there are any traffic issues, I wouldn't be late. I plan to keep my side clean for now, no need to rock the boat any more than it can manage.
As it was, Friday was a good start. We (sales) were here, in the office, for the 16h30 meeting, but our manager only got here at 16H50, and the meeting only ended at 17h 40!
And the traffic just imploded. A multi-car pile up on the highway, just past the 14th Ave. on/off ramps, traveling North, and there was chaos all around. I eventually got to the office at 7h55!
I pull one over, and threaten to beat him to a pulp with my baton. The dumb Fuck didn't even know what he had done wrong?!?! He did, however, understand what Kaffir means, and that a baton can / will inflict serious harm and damage, as he took himself off to the nearest turn off, and fled. Moron.
So, I get to the office in time for the meeting anyway, and guess what! The manager is not in. He calls in from his car / home / local bar / wherever. Salesmen 2 - 0 Management.
After the call I scream off to Sandton to collect a tender response document which needs to be delivered to Pretoria. No idea what the roads will be like. Takes me just under an hour to drive about 10 km!! Collect the docs, and hit the highway.
This is the 5 lane highway from Pretoria to Johannesburg. I measured it over 12 km! Lets assume 1 car per 5m, across 5 lanes, over 12 km = that's about 12000 cars, standing and idling..... Worlds biggest parking lot! Luckily I had a relatively clear run to Pretoria, and found the clients offices quite quickly. No parking, so Im pulled into a loading zone, which was closely watched by 3 of our friendly Metro Police / Parking meter attendants, and asked if I could stop there for 40 seconds whilst I dropped off the tender. "No problem sir!". Great. Park, grab tender docs, run around the front of the building, fond the tender box, deposit, walk back to the car, and thank them, and leave. Best car watch team in Gauteng I think!
And on the way back I thought about taking an alternative route back to the office, then figured "Hey, I'm on the clock, company time, let's do the traffic!". As it was, whatever had caused the backup was cleared, and the traffic was mostly gone, so I have an uneventful / uninterrupted drive back to Sandton. Then I go to the dreaded Graystone off-ramp.
As usual, the horrid scum bags hawkers were there. Easy enough to ignore them. But they are closely followed by the monkeys with the bottles of soapy water, and squeegees, who want to wash your windscreens. And if you wave them away, they get aggressive. The clown I waved away threatened to scratch my car, so out came the trusty baton, and I got out, and he beat a hasty retreat. Swear I am quite willing to kill the bastard! Drive across the bridge over the highway, and there is a Metro car, parked next to the road, 2 of the pigs having a notice chat with a taxi driver, no doubt collecting for the widows and orphans fund! I pull over, get out and chirp "You might want to go over there and do your duty, get rid of the illegal hawkers. One of them is liable to get killed soon. DO some work, don't stand around here hoping to make a few bucks off a cellphone user / seat-belt offense!" Eyes light up, they think about getting clever, and notice me take out my cellphone, and said, "Yes sir, we will go sort it out!".
Back at the head office, I take my laptop in to have one of the applications rerolled, so that gives me 2-3 hours to hang around.
Now I'm back at out offices, and waiting for the 16h30 meeting. Wonder if fucknuts will show up?
Overall, a bad start to the week. A typical Monday start I suppose, at it's worst.
Ah well, you have to live it understand!