Blurf in the extreme.
About 7.15pm on Saturday, just as I was eyeing up the clock and thinking ‘Nah, its still a little bit early for bed’, my boss rang. Could I do a shift, starting 8, 'cos the person who was supposed to be doing it had a family emergency? I’ve had basically no work for the past month- I had to use the money my parents gave me for Christmas to pay the rent- and I thought the Sunday rugby was probably going to get cancelled, so I reluctantly agreed, despite feeling tired and a bit ill. It finished a bit after 2am.
To my complete surprise, despite the fact we had heavy rain almost all night, the pitch was deemed fit to play, and rugby happened. I just got home from that at about 6pm, stuck a frozen pizza in the oven for something quick, easy and cheap, and got out of uniform when… my boss rang.
Could I do a shift in the empty car park, starting 7? Pretty please? He got to the point of putting sugar on the pretty please, and said he’d pay for the full shift even if I did get there half an hour late (giving me time to eat the pizza), so I agreed. Got home about 11.15 pm (though at least I got to spend an hour of the shift watching tv on my tablet with the guy I was on with, even if it was out in the cold).
I woke up at 4.30 this afternoon, and I could go straight back to sleep now.
I’m not working now til friday though, which is why I agreed to it all- I’ve got a friend coming tomorrow to stay til thursday, which is great 'cos I’ve not seen her in nearly 3 years, then as soon as she goes I’m going to a trade fair in Birmingham with my parents.
Oh, and Gotti, your post reminded me of summat one of my friends posted on facebook:
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