Worked till 9 pm tonight and have to be back in at 9 am tomorrow. I hate that, it still feels like early evening to me at nearly 2 am. It also means no more than a mere taste of whisky so I was careful not to buy any on the way home. I only have the dregs of a litre bottle of Whyte and MacKay so can’t do any head-harm. The NHS would be proud of me – I made this bottle last three days!
Next week will be a week of late shifts. The extra pennies are useful, of course, but I’d rather be working on books. I suppose the best way would be to work like a demon, hoard the cash and then say ‘sod it all’ for a month then find another job. Thing is, I like this job. There’s nobody I have any issues with, there is nothing about the job that follows me home, it’s just woefully understaffed. I also take enormous delight in people’s assumptions – ‘he’s a janitor, he must be dim’ – and in being utterly ignored. Unlike in previous jobs, nobody now wants mine. There is nobody below me so nobody is trying to move me aside so they can take my place. That is a very liberating feeling.
The week after that should be a week off for me. We are taking holidays now because there is no chance of holidays once Christmas gets fired up. Local Shop has just started putting Christmas tat on the shelves – Tesco had theirs all out months ago. I still refuse to even look at it. Christmas is in December. It’s only October. Christmas shopping starts on Christmas Eve (when everything is discounted).
Anyway, best try and get some sleep. I can buy whisky on the way home tomorrow – Sunday is also an early start but I can manage noon okay. It’s the pre-noon stuff I have trouble with.
Perhaps the Righteous could be conned into banning it.