...on the night-shift.
Yup, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse at work, I'm on the night shift. It is not actually true to say that things couldn't get any worse because they could. 'Things' are actually not that bad at work at all and I can quite clearly remember the not too distant past when things were much worse but it's a generally accepted sentence pattern and I'm being lazy.
Night shift means that I start at 4.00pm and work through until midnight at the earliest and more probably 2.00am. As my lady-friend finishes work at 4.00pm it should make for an interesting time domestically but I'm not dreading it quite as much as I might.
There are only two of us on the night shift and it involves turning stacks of cheese and cleaning which is an enticing prospect for anyone I think you'll agree. I'm informed that it's quite a breeze but as I'm told that most of it is pretty easy and I seem to sweat profusely throughout then I'll take that advice with a pinch of salt.
As my time on night shidft will be punctuated by a trip to Melbourne and a couple of days on a school camp I'm not going to bitch and moan about it too much (yet).
The main downside at present is that I was looking forward to taking advantage of being up all night by watching some live football from the UK but there is none for two weeks which is unbloody-believeable. Still, mustn't grumble.
This should be my 96th post, I'm planning a bit of a celebration for the 100th, if you're interested in attending please let me know in advance so I can do some nibbles etc with the right numbers in mind.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
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- beefandcheese
- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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