Walking on Funshine

Today was a bad day at the job. I made a grand entrance sliding across the floor where some kid puked up its happy meal. Not content with dislodging his food, he displayed full disapproval of the MacDonald's experience by throwing his toy matchbox car at the ground as well which, in the moment all this happened, was occupied by me, my bum by this point resting sopping in the disgorged viscera. I repeat: I entered work today falling on vomit produced by my employer's business operation, and was further pelted in my humiliation by cheep chinese toys. On the bright side: if I had worked the shift before mine all this glorious circusry could have been part my responsibility.