WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
A city man is shaking his damn head today, after fumbling the bag like a frickin idiot.
Brandon Allen is currently coming to terms with the fact he’s burnt like 75-90 minutes of his time and approximately 600 millilitres of sweat heading into his Betoota CBD office.
Trying to finish the year of strong, the local moron said he thought he’d head into work and crunch a couple of these key projects ahead of Christmas.
However, Allen made the crucial mistake of forgetting that everyone else has the mindset that the year is well and truly done for most of the people in his inner city architectural firm.
“Yeah, I really should have just worked from home,” sighed Allen.
“Initially I just thought maybe I was in early for the silly season and the rest of people would trickle in.”
“But unfortunately no one has arrived.”
“The one meeting I had a few people dialled in from home and a few people just didn’t even bother.”
“Just goes to show, I don’t know why I bother,” he sighed.
“Oh well, I guess I can just put the cricket on and watch it with full volume.”
“Fucking can’t understand why we didn’t declare last night.”
“Anyway, who am I to question someone else’s decision making.”
“Given I’m a fucking a moron.”
