Thinking more on this:
Now: Fred crawls out of bed at 0600, puts on a clean shirt that his Mrs has had to iron, ponders on waking the kids to say goodbye and drives to the station, parks and pays his daily £10. The train is late and when it comes in it‘s rammed, £5,000 for a season ticket to stand for 90 minutes with someone else’s armpit in his face.
The open plan office is just one big distraction whilst he’s got a lot on, ringing phones, people wandering about and just a dull place when he gets a slack day but he’s still got to look busy because there’s always some turd snooping about, checking on the drones. Tina from accounts looks fit but oh shit, here comes Bob, no doubt he’s buggered up the contracting for that latex consignment needed for the outsize dildo contract that’s overdue. Again. They try to sort it but everyone else is chipping in, secretly happy that it’s not them on the rack. The boss is gonna be pissed.
Lunch. Yay. Walk down the street in the noise and dirt, jostled in the queue for £8 of sarnie which tastes of ingredients he’s never heard of and back to the office for the afternoon which is a repeat of the morning.
The train home is a repeat of the train in. He gets home and the kids are in bed and the Mrs has a load of shirts to iron so Fred microwaves the food his Mrs did for the kids as she isn’t cooking twice and ate with them. Everyone is tired so a petty squabble kicks off so a sneaky w%nk it is then.
Next day, Fred crawls out of bed at 0600.....
The future?: Fred gets out of bed when he feels like it, based on how much he’s got to do today. He sees the kids off to school, maybe even takes them in himself. He’s got no zoom meetings today so shorts and yesterday’s T shirt will do, save on the washing for the Mrs. She’s in a better mood these days what with him helping around the house when he’s got a slack day and what with the kids being at school, maybe a “back to when we first met” style quickie is on the cards? Tina from accounts may be fit but she’s thick as shit and a one off with her would be talk of the office inside 5 minutes and divorce / financial ruin sure to follow and anyway, I’m getting plenty at home now so why bother?
Oh, it’s Bob on the phone. Yep, he’s cocked it up but Fred is sat in the garden with a brew and no distractions so they can have a proper chat and get it sorted, save the deal and the boss will be impressed.
Lunch is a couple of sausages he’s found in the fridge and maybe a bit of her mother’s fruit cake. Proper old trout she is but she’s mellowed now Fred and her daughter are getting on better. Hey, quiet afternoon, so maybe take the kids out for a walk after school and have a chat about a holiday? Fred is looking to push the boat out as £10 a day on parking, £5,000 season ticket and £8 on a sarnie each day adds up to some serious spare cash.
Maybe teach the kids a bit about cooking something other than spaghetti hoops tonight and have a meal together, bit of play afterwards, help them with homework. “My dad’s the best dad” never gets old. Not got to get up early tomorrow so perhaps a pint or two with the lads tonight?
It’s got to be a no brainer.