(2026 Edit - This post is from the archive; it was first published on 28th September 2013 at 2000. Things, views and events may have changed since then.)
I've got the weekend off; it seems so rare these days with the new rota at work, but yes, the weekend off! After a week of late shifts, which I have to confess has really plum tuckered me out! I'm bushwhacked, knackered and other such expressions to indicate my body is running on empty and my mind even less!
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I just don't seem to be able to do anything when I'm on lates, zilch in the morning and not enough time after work has finished at 9, because the schedule of the trains means I'm lucky to enter my lounge in time for the evening news at ten. I think as I've got older I'm getting more and more keen on a routine, something easy to cope with, something that allows planning and regularity - sadly this rota doesn't much allow for anything like that.
I've already crammed a week's worth of domestic chores into a Saturday morning, washing, shopping, bathing, hoovering and returning a stack of post for people that don't live at my apartment any more. So much for a restful weekend!
I had a giggle at work, you know a while back I told you about an award I'd received at work, well the photos from that have been published, not only are they on the TV screens in the reception of the head office, but also in the staff canteen. Worse than that, some silly so-and-so printed them off and affixed them to the door of the call centre, so every time someone enters they see my smiling football-sized face gormlessly grinning at them like a gurning dopey in purple. Oh, the embarrassment of it all.
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