I hate it.. I hate it from the moment I open my eyes and discover it's daytime.
I hate dragging myself out of bed...on Thursday. I hate coming to work on Thursday... and I hate it more when I have to come to work on Friday. I hate it more and more when I have to force myself out of my bed, out of my home, into my car and to my office from Saturday to Thursday.
I am a spiteful person, full of hate and venom and there is nothing I can do about it. This is final and I will entertain no discussions. I can't be right and the whole world wrong and I will tell you why.
I don't know why I get offended when nobody else gives a toss. I don't know why I get insulted when people are unprofessional and have no work ethics. I don't know why it gets to me when human beings lack self-respect, when the feelings of pride and dedication have no place in their lives.
I hate it when I am the first person at work and all the phones are ringing and there is no one to answer them. I hate it when people start staggering into the office one after the other with no respect for themselves or others they work for - and without an apology.
How can they justify coming to work late every morning and then expect their bloody salaries on time.
Don't get me wrong - despite everything I love my job... but it's only the bloody attitude of unprofessional unreliable individuals that makes any office in "Wonderland" a nightmare to run.
"Wonderlandis" have a casual attitude towards work, says a new comer to Wonderland.
"Wonderlandis" don't want to work.
"Wonderlandis" take the day off when their neighbours cat is in labour.
No wonder Wonderland is taking one step forwards and 10 backwards!