Oh What A Life!
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The alarm clock rung - it was 6 o'clock and time for work. I struggled out of my bed, having to leave the warmth of the bed was difficult, it seemed like it was calling me back into it once I left. My weary eyes scanned the room looking for my suit I had ironed the night before ready for another hard day at work, not only were they weary, they were heavy off the bags left under my eyes from many sleepless nights, work was stressing me out. I worked as a businessman and my job for the company was to think of 'fresh ideas' which is very difficult, considering the world has already come up with everything they can at the moment, so I was pretty much up all night thinking of ideas. I worked Monday to Friday, but my brain was still on overdrive throughout the week.
The only time I weren't thinking of work was when I was at the pub. I was a huge Football fan and my and a few friends would go to the pub on a Saturday and sometimes a Sunday to watch the match shown on the TV and have a pint or two, The pub was pretty messy and not the cleanest of pubs, but I came here every week for the last 6 years. 'The Queen Arms' (the name of the pub) was owned by a pretty blonde haired women, in her late 20's named Jade and we'd become great friends as she worked behind the bar, having a laugh and what not it was great fun.
I put on my suit and grabbed a breakfast shake before leaving the house. However, just a couple paces out of the door, my next-door neighbour stopped me and handed me a envelope. "This was posted through the door yesterday, I forgot to give you it, completely slipped my mind," he said. "Oh thanks mate." I replied, opening the letter. The letter said,
Dear Mr.Nelson,
We here at Harrogate Town Football Club are writing to you to enquire about a job interview as manager at the club. We believe you know a lot about the club and although you have little experience we believe you have enough knowledge to help the club strive to reach it's goals of promotion to the Vanarama National League this season. The interview, if you choose to attend, will be at the club's training ground at 10AM 6th July 2015, please get there on the dot as we have another candidate straight after you and we don't want to waste any time. We hope to see you there and best of luck.
Yours sincerely,
Irving Weaver.
Irving Weaver.
The first thing I did was hug my next-door neighbour who was rather surprised as to why I was hugging him since he didn't know why. "Thank you!" I screamed at the top of my voice, probably waking up half the neighbourhood. I then ran inside and just kept looking at the letter. "No work for me today," I said laughing.