Alas it will be about me...start...
I knew that something was wrong as soon as I clocked my school, the wrong lights were on, the wrong windows were open. I was wrong, it was worse.
The doors were open, aargh, always causes an adrenaline flash, I walked in.
My first thought was, "Christ", then I saw him move. He was sitting there in a puddle of, what I'd thought was blood, but then he moved in the way that the dead don't. And said...
"I think Charlie got pissed"
My eyes started to work again. There was a broken bottle of wine on the floor; I could see its broken-neck, and the bloody pool of the thing's contents.
"And you didn't think to mop up?". The buggers trainers were red pasted.
"I thought that you'd want to know what happened".
Lazy bastard. We've been shepherding Charlie's alcoholism for ages now, I didn't need to see a mess-up, I just need to know that it has happened: I'm just the clean-up-crew—a job that you get when you don't front-up to people with issues; Suddenly their issues are owned by you: because you are "their friend".
//this probably has to go
I'm not usually annoyed by a fact. The fact that the bastard hasn't even the competence to steal my wine without splatting it all over the floor and that my number three can't even be bothered to hide it from me does.
//end of got to go
I got out an old red mop and an old red bucket from the cleaners' cupboard, [I planned to dump them into the skip later], and got mopping. The fucker didn't rise from his chair, he just got out of my way, using his feet to roll his chair about the room.
I couldn't even have a cup of tea, there isn't any tea, or anything in our office. My fault, everything is ours, so nobody brings anything, because it will be robbed, so we have nothing.
I suddenly realized that this might be worse than we thought, the lights and stuff, "I thought you were on back..."
"We swapped".
"Shite, was the school closed when you opened up?"