When you’ve spent weeks starting work at 2:30 pm and suddenly have to be there at 10 am, it calls for a total reset of your body clock. You can expect no sympathy either. “10 am? I’ve been here since 6 am!”
Yes, but the storeman always starts at 6 am. He’s used to it. If he was told that next week, he had to be in at 2 am, then he’d know what I mean.
Two more days then back to normal wakey-sleepy times. If the missing cleaner isn’t replaced I’ll have another week of this later but at least I’ll be fully prepared for it.
Tonight I planned to rip apart another of the Mail’s farcical reports but really, it’s so damn silly I can’t be bothered right now. Might come back to it later. Plus, I am knackered but body-clock is saying ‘No, it’s not sleep time yet.” I’m going to have to overrule it on that point. If I can.
Instead I’ve raided my collection of amusing imagery. This requires little thought on my part, which is good because I am limited in my application of single-malt brain oil until the dreaded Early Mornings are over.
If only they still made this stuff –
Another reminder that it’s not just smokers who suffer the relentless march of the Righteous –
Before the Internet, there were addicts –
Proof that it’s not just me who loves to torment idiots. Honestly, it wasn’t me this time. It might well be next time though.
And finally, one particular image I think we can all store for future use. Might even be worth having some cards made up –
Two more days then back to blissful nocturnalism… and proper levels of whisky.