I'd just like to say that I'm having a really shit week

I'm battling a virus that refuses to die. There's the whole Agentgate thing, which is stressful and upsetting. There's work colleagues who are driving me mad. And now the cleaners are ganging up on me because I ordered brown hand towels instead of white ones.

Who gives a fuck what colour the hand towels are?

Seriously?

You dry your hands, you throw them in the bin, end of. Whether they're white, brown, or cerulean blue with pictures of dolphins on seems utterly irrelevant to me.

They left me a pretty snippy note asking that I get them white ones instead, and asking if we'd changed suppliers. Well yes, when I spoke to them earlier in the week I did mention several times I'd ordered through a different company this month because the usual supplier couldn't get hold of some products.

 

I'm sick. I'm exhausted. I'm stressed to the out and I do not want to be arguing with people about fucking paper towels.