Sick Note

Last week James the runt decided he was too ill to work for one afternoon so I had to do all mine and his lessons, now this was tough I'm not gonna lie. I thought that was bad. Then the horror of all horrors happened....he was hit in the head by a tennis ball. By a kid no less. Anyway this has brought on much illness in the form of sickness, headaches and general annoying questions like 'how do I look, I feel like I've been hit by a train'. So he only bloody went to the doctor and got signed off work for 2 DAYS! This means that I have to do ALL of my lessons plus his the idiot! The poor prat has decided to go for a head scan, probs to confirm that he has no brain, yet even tho Kate and I were bashed over the head with a baseball bat, of course the hypocondriac will suffer major major brain damage due to the savage beating from the child. So where does this leave Kat? Well I fashioned myself a name badge which simply said 'Manager', and I even wrote a note about lesson changes in reception and drunkenly wrote on the bottom of it, 'Thanks, Kat, Tennis Manager'. Petty you might think but the thing is that James constantly refers to his superiority and even calls himself the 'manager' so I thought I'd milk it a bit and the results were awesome!