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 Lenin’s Mausoleum might need some government funding. Apparently her “shed fund” is in huge trouble, and she doesn’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 don’t even get in the corporate lounges.