Monday 1st of October
I hate Mondays. Another bloody boring meeting with 19 insufferable bloody tories. I mean none of them were even slightly concerned about the plight of the Auckland Bus Drivers, and they ignored me when I tried to explain how hard it was to drive a bus. That little prick Finlayson who can’t even drive a golf cart without putting it into a bunker made some snide comment. Odious little man.
That fat bastard Big Gerry watched me like a hawk, I only got a couple of pies and a club sandwich to drop off at the food bank tonight.
The day got worse when Helen called to say that our trip to see Leninâ€™s Mausoleum might need some government funding. Apparently her â€śshed fundâ€ť is in huge trouble, and she doesnâ€™t know what to do. She suggested flying economy and getting her union mates at Air New Zealand to give us upgrades. I had to put my foot down, it is not good enough for our comrades to have to travel economy, we donâ€™t even get in the corporate lounges.