The week back in the office hadn't been nearly as painful as one was expecting on Sunday evening. So having worked from home for 2 days attempting to shake off that pesky man flu, today I was up with the lark ready to face the continually distressing Londinian climatics and head for the office.
Despite the nation's hysteria over the current snowy weather rather amusing me (hell, it took up 15 minutes of the 10 o'clock news last night) there was all but a dusting in my part of zone 1, and as such, it didn't even warrant ruining a dress ensemble with a pair of 'commute trainers' as favoured by far too many people I witness on the tube each day. So you can imagine my delight as I descended to my bedroom from pressing a shirt to find 2 missed calls, 1 text and a voicemail, all informing that today the office would be closed owing to the adverse weather conditions.
As I gloated at the breakfast table my publishing industry flatmate postulated that of course the beauty industry would shut down if an icy, water-mark inducing threat was posed to anyone's Jimmy Choos. For once, I took the beauty industry piss-take on the chin, simply reminding him that whilst he'd be traipsing over to Pimlico for 9-5 fun, I was taking my coffee back to bed.
But that's not quite where the story ends. "And just when I was beginning to think God didn't exist" read my gleeful text message to Fuchsia_Cohen. Yet au contraire, it transpired that she, and plenty of other members of staff, had rolled into HQ. It didn't take me long to piece together the 'office closed' jigsaw. For at times, one just can't fault Bjorn for his sheer work-shy audacity. Faced with the prospect of a commute they may rob him of half an hour of personal time, and with Jack Frost providing all the excuses needed, he instructed myself and Trophy_Wife not to go in so he could do the same. All under the proviso of looking out for his staff and not wanting us to get stranded at the office.
Bjorn, on days like today, I salute you!
And the frosting on top of this wonderful snow day cake? Having been booked for a DJ set this coming Saturday night (see New Year's Resolution 4 here) and with my work email playing up no end, I now have a whole day to plan and practice for my return to the DJing fore. Bliss.
