Hard Day at the office.

Well, my day started at 06:00 and I had to drive to a prison, lets say about 3 hours from home. On arrival I was told that my legal booking was not confirmed, waited for about an hour to be told I could go in. The chap in question was brought to our interview, the purpose being for me to prepare a Parole report. This chap has already served 8 years and this was his first Parole application. Guess what, after about 4 mins, a prsion officer (doing his job) knocked on the door and said 5 mins please. Well, I am good but even I can't write up a case history in less than 10 mins. I was asked to leave anyway and drove back to the office Hull (3 hours) sat at my computer for about 10 mins before exploding, shouting "bollocks" at the top of my voice and driving home. It is now 20:40, I have moaned to my wife, drunk a full bottle of wine, shouted at my idiot son and decided to walk to the off licence to get more wine. The moral of the story, we wonder why the country is on its **** when it spends so much on sending me all over the country to write a report that won't get read, that is about a man who should possibly stay in prison for another eight years before letting me go home, in a mood to get pissed and shout at my son who thinks he is living in a fecking hotel! Oh my wife has now told me that I am pissed, I am, her observation skills are that good do you think she can write the report for me?