This is why I reserve a special kind of loathing for people who bring me closer to death without imparting any meaningful benefit.
At 8am this morning I was advised of a 10am meeting on the other side of the city.
At five minutes to 10 I am in reception announcing my arrival after 45 minutes in teeth-clenching, road-rage inducing gridlock traffic.
At 11am I was back in reception.
At 11:30 I was still in reception.
At 12 noon Our Lord and Master left for lunch.
Eventually the rest of us had our meeting and achieved (as expected) sweet bugger all.
The upshot of it is that I don’t get those minutes back.
I also didn’t get lunch.
And that makes me grumpy.
That covers the Time Bandit.
On to Oygen Thieves…
They are ones who don’t cough up the 20 bucks to contribute to a colleague’s birthday, but still help themselves to three slices of cake.
If you put a pot plant at their desk instead, at least it would photosynthesise.
Why am I feeling so resentful?
Tomorrow is Human Rights Day, a public holiday in the RS of A.
What will I be doing? I will be at work.
What will the Time Bandit be doing? Catching some rays.
What will the Oxygen Thief be doing? Breathing.