A day in the life

All names have been changed. Charlie is obviously NOT me.


The meeting was droning on about aborted questionnaires and stat. collecting. He zoned in momentarily, only to immediately regret it. Doctor Alwyn, the Psychiatrist was speaking,
“..If we don’t complete the monthly stats, then the S.h.i.1 will hit the fan.” Charlie looked around, shocked to find several team members were all but writing down the anagram to make better sense of it. The Doctor put them out of their misery, “Shit.” he explained proudly. ‘Oh,’ cooed the attendees. In response to the penny dropping around the room, Charlie’s heart sank deeper. “Very good,” a few of the team mumbled appreciatively. “We drop the ‘T’ where I’m from in East London.” Alwyn explained. ‘Maybe’, thought Charlie, ‘but Welsh, 120k a year, Consultant Psychiatrists don’t do they’. It had gone quiet. He had only thought that hadn’t he? Either that or they had all died from the sudden impacted mass of their joint-stupidity. He looked around the gathering. The majority appeared on wide-screen setting and appeared to attend work only in order to eat.