Why cant Vampires and Werewolves just get along?

My train home after my first day at work was a welcome relief. I got to rest my poor little legs, wearing high heeled boots that day was definitely not a good idea. I had walked the length and breadth of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Steet in search of a Post Office, not an easy task I assure you. I had walked from Leicester Square tube station to Charring Cross trying to find somewhere that I could buy a months rail pass, only to find the chip and pin number I had been given was for the wrong card. On top of that, I had to get to grips with the in's and out's of my new job, meet my new colleagues and try to make a good first impression.
Boy, what a first day.