Another day another post

More than one post in a month, look at me go!

Im going to start this post with a work related rant, well not actually a rant, let me demote that, more of a whine, yeah, a work whine.

I know i've never really gotten around to posting a whole momentus entry about this (at least I dont think so) But anyways, all the way back in september, I got lucky, escaped from the crappo that was "Clinton Cards" and got myself a bona fide, genuine, six car monorail.

No, wait, got a bit carried away there.

I got me a job in a casino, a nice, full time, permanant job. Yippee! I moan about it frequently, but I suppose its in an almost, almost, affectionate way. Sometimes its really awesome (and I hate the word awesome) and sometimes its terrible.

Sometimes I begrudgingly make cups of tea to ungrateful rude customers, but sometimes I get to play at the bar and make cocktails for people. Swings and roundabouts.

So today I'm just whining about being tired and messed around. Today was my 6th day of working the morning shift. The morning shift is lovely, but only in small doses. Getting up at 4, 4.30am every morning/night for the last week has taken its toll and I feel fucking wrecked at the minute. The thought of only having one more shift of it left would ordinarily fill me relief and maybe a little boost. Its not though, its just making my body ache at the thought. Thats the thing, its one thing being just tired-sleepy, but I'm at the stage of actual physical worn out-ness. I just want to slump on the setee for hours and hours on end. Urghh.

Its just gone 8pm. This time yesterday I was in bed. 7pm the day before. Someone at work asked me today if I'd had a nice weekend, and for a second I was confused as fuck why somebody would be asking me about my weekend, two days after it had been. I'd spent half the afternoon wrongly assuming it was tuesday. (wishful thinking..?)

People have been calling in sick for long periods of time, or getting the sack, thats what the last two weeks have consisted of and its been horrible. Consequently, I have literally, no idea what the week holds for me after tomorrow. If I have to work the rest of the week, I think I might actually sleepwalk my way through the job.

If I dont stop myself here, I will just ramble on and on about it, so I'll shut up. I know there are a lot, lot, lottt more hardworking people than me, doctors and nurses, and people working their fingers to the bone in abject poverty for fuck all. I'm pretty damn lucky really. I just hope I get the rest of the week off!!

In other news, its Valentines soon. Obviously, I really love valentines. You probably dont believe me when I say this, but this year I'm going to send bed man a valentines. Gonna be a bit tricky though, not knowing his name but I suppose that makes it all the more authentic.

"roses are red,
violets are blue,
even though you're old enough to be my dad,
hot bed man, I choo choo choose you"

Ok, it'll definately be better than that. I am actually being serious about it though, Im going to valentines him senseless.

Also it being a leap year, I'm going to propose to every male I know. If I get more than one yes, we'll all move to Utah and I'll live happily ever after in my hareem of lovers.

Not being so serious about that one.


Yikes, I've wrote a lot. I'll leave it here. I have wet hair to dry, tea to eat, and bed to climb into.
Spinal tap is on tonight at 9pm. I'm grumpy that I'll be too tired to watch it.

Bugger.

HI

burnt pizza

kit kat chunky peanut butter

passion fruit

6am

jelly obsession

bye bye January

splurging

stephen king

chocolate

hungry

cocktails

boats

working

cold

trains

hooligans

eyebrows

hair

good shoes (footwear not indie band)

messy

pick n mix


And many many more. Its already been an interesting year.

will post mo' fo' sho'

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