Away with the fairies
So, so tired.
Last week I worked 52.75 hours. No, let's get this right, I got PAID for 52.75 hours. My breaks get taken off that, and I'm always about half an hour short on a close. Bastards at work like to put the hours in before we actually finish, with a 'oh, you'll be done by 1am'. Yes, we're done by 1, if you don't mind the floors still being dirty, cutlery not done, and glasses still to wash. Morons. And I swear in my contract it insists 'you will be paid until you finish'. As if. I've never been home before 2am on a close, and that's the quiet ones.
Clearly I'm ranting.
But, to make up for it, last weekend was an absolute blast. Finished work on Sunday, nipped home to shower, then headed out to pick Gaynor up for the Girly Night (tm). Went out for a Thai (and some wine), shopped for booze (mead, vodka, juice, beer), then came back to Fi's got absolutely steaming, and 'watched' 3 movies - Shall We Dance, Cutting Edge 2, and Dirty Dancing. I say 'watched', because most of it was chatting and drinking and occasionally looking at the telly. Until Dirty Dancing, of course, where we all sang along, and attempted to dance. Badly.
The weekend then continued, as on Monday we headed into Edinburgh for a few pints and a bit of shopping. Not so much shopping, but a Starbucks, Subway, looking at the cows (www.cowparade-edinburgh.co.uk) and a few laughs. Picked up a fringe brochure, too, and there's a load of things I want to see, including THE GOODIES! (without Bill Oddie, though).
Followed by the rugby. Incidentally, Fi, when you read this, which you probably will, do pass my number on to Struan (is that how you spell it?) and tell him to give me a call some time. Good times.
And now, on Monday, I'm off to Portugal to see my mummy for a couple of days. Should be fun! Back on Wednesday night, for anyone who'll miss me ;)
Last week I worked 52.75 hours. No, let's get this right, I got PAID for 52.75 hours. My breaks get taken off that, and I'm always about half an hour short on a close. Bastards at work like to put the hours in before we actually finish, with a 'oh, you'll be done by 1am'. Yes, we're done by 1, if you don't mind the floors still being dirty, cutlery not done, and glasses still to wash. Morons. And I swear in my contract it insists 'you will be paid until you finish'. As if. I've never been home before 2am on a close, and that's the quiet ones.
Clearly I'm ranting.
But, to make up for it, last weekend was an absolute blast. Finished work on Sunday, nipped home to shower, then headed out to pick Gaynor up for the Girly Night (tm). Went out for a Thai (and some wine), shopped for booze (mead, vodka, juice, beer), then came back to Fi's got absolutely steaming, and 'watched' 3 movies - Shall We Dance, Cutting Edge 2, and Dirty Dancing. I say 'watched', because most of it was chatting and drinking and occasionally looking at the telly. Until Dirty Dancing, of course, where we all sang along, and attempted to dance. Badly.
The weekend then continued, as on Monday we headed into Edinburgh for a few pints and a bit of shopping. Not so much shopping, but a Starbucks, Subway, looking at the cows (www.cowparade-edinburgh.co.uk) and a few laughs. Picked up a fringe brochure, too, and there's a load of things I want to see, including THE GOODIES! (without Bill Oddie, though).
Followed by the rugby. Incidentally, Fi, when you read this, which you probably will, do pass my number on to Struan (is that how you spell it?) and tell him to give me a call some time. Good times.
And now, on Monday, I'm off to Portugal to see my mummy for a couple of days. Should be fun! Back on Wednesday night, for anyone who'll miss me ;)