Sun LOL’d and ROFL’d.
Sun slapped his thighs.
Sun’s sides were fit to split.
According to the headlines, Sun was due for some overtime. Sun was to stick around long after everyone else had downed tools and headed it off home.
Better, Sun was supposed to work this shift on his own. Flying solo.
Cloud had danced off to somewhere south.
Rain was booked into quite a few parades.
Snow was kicking her heels in a huge freezer, stocking up for the coming months.
Wind had jetted off to some wind farm, for some yoga.
Sun had to check the rota, Sun was sure this day was to be covered by a temp. Sun had planned for a spa day. Cucumber eyes, mud wraps. Plunge pools and free dressing gowns, slippers and shower caps.
Sun’s vouchers were dated end of the month and just had to be used now. Not later. The spa had been clear on the no refund policy.
Sun was adamant he was not supposed to be working today. And especially on a ruddy double.
Sun was certain someone had stitched him up.
Sun had not brought in a lunch. Sun was low on energy drinks....Sun was in casual dress.
He called the bosses.
The bosses said ‘deal with it’.
Sun threatened to quit. The bosses called that bluff.
Sun took to the socials in order to drum up public support.
Turns out that the public, general, or otherwise, were quite keen on Sun hanging about for as long as possible and they were not frightened of saying that on their threads.
Turns out there was quite a lot of hate for Sun, below the line. Sun was :
‘Lazy’
‘Time waster’
‘Loser’
‘Responsible for the worst Summer ever’
And for:
‘Ruining family holidays’
‘Droughts, floods, melting caps, endangered animals, forest fires...misery’
‘Skin cancer’
Sun entered a doom scroll like no other.
Sun traipsed slowly to the work place. Shoulders slumped. Head hung.
And Sun simply sat there. Thoughts buzzing round his head.
This was to be a very long day indeed.
