Travelling wasn't usually a problem in UCOS but then they so rarely travelled all together and not for this long.
She made a mental note to give whoever decided that this was a good idea hell, as she tried so hard not to shout or even kill everyone in the car. The boys had seemingly chosen to revert back to childhood and ask every couple of minutes 'Are we there yet?' and seeing they were only half an hour into their 3 hour journey, no they weren't there yet. Whoever had decided that this was a good idea obviously didn't know the boys in the slightest.
As they hit another traffic jam it became obvious that she wasn't going to enjoy this at all. Perhaps her worst decision of the day and something which she was now majorly regretting was allowing Gerry to sit in the front. He had full access to the radio and was taking full advantage of this, he left an 80s music station on; knowing full well that Sandra hated anything 80s related.
Meanwhile Jack and Brian sat moaning in the back of the car about how little room they had. If they ever got to this place, and judging by the traffic it didn't seem likely anytime soon, then team building would be pointless because she wouldn't actually have a team to speak of.
"Are we there yet?" Brian asked.
"Does it look like we're there yet?!" Sandra shouted, her patience having now been worn extremely thin by the constant moaning and 80s music.
"It's just I need the loo." Brian told her as she sighed.
"And I need a walk, my legs have gone to sleep." Jack also told her. "A walk is a good idea, with legroom this small deep vein thrombosis is a likely risk." Brian told her.
"Yes fine! Let me find a service station first because in case you hadn't noticed we're stuck!" Sandra stressed just as a different song came on and Gerry turned up the volume and began singing. "Gerry shut up!" Sandra screamed.
"Woah calm down. Music is supposed to be calming."
"You know I hate 80s music!"
"Oh yeah, why is that?"
"The 80s just weren't a great time for me and frankly I don't want to remember them!" Sandra told them, the tone of her voice warning them not to further pry.
"I knew it was nothing to do with my singing!"
"Your singing just makes matters worse. Now do you think we could have silence until we get to the services?" The boys all began to protest. "Whoever talks first owes me £20." The boys nodded and instead looked out of the window while Sandra put her choice of radio on. Why she hadn't done this in the first place was beyond her but if they carried on like this then she might still have a team by the end of the week.