Nightshift is EVOL.
So, I haven't been around much. Bunch of overtime at work, because I'm headed back to Adelaide for ten days in a couple of weeks and I am a money-grabbing capitalist swine. And I've been on nightshift. Which is the bastion of Satan.
Although it does bring occasional hilarity in the form of sombre notes slid under cell doors:
Dear miss can you arks Yarny (Unit Manager Ioannis) to come to my cell in the morning cuz they gonna smash me I hurd it threw the wolls.
Oh, adorkable boys. Your illiteracy, let me show you it. And yes. I will arks Yarny. :D
I'd like to say I've been all productive and crap during my absence, but unfortunately I've been consumed with political nerdery surrounding Australia's current hung parliament and my UTTER GLEE at having the entire population give both major parties the giant bird. Also, Bob Katter cracks my shit up. Duuuuude. Be more Oz.
I spent most of my nightshift last night reading a very heavy tome on the last hundred years of Sinn Féin and drawing diagrams on the back of government documents to keep track of all the splinter factions. I need a t-shirt that says: I dated a Donegal manchild and all I got was this lousy obsession with Irish Nationalism.
*facepalm*
Anyway. No work tonight. But more nightshift on the way this week, so no point going to bed and ruining my perfectly dysfunctional circadian rhythm. I'ma brew some coffee, watch me some Gruen Transfer, then see if I can't while away the witching hours with some Chappy Ten mojo.
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Although it does bring occasional hilarity in the form of sombre notes slid under cell doors:
Dear miss can you arks Yarny (Unit Manager Ioannis) to come to my cell in the morning cuz they gonna smash me I hurd it threw the wolls.
Oh, adorkable boys. Your illiteracy, let me show you it. And yes. I will arks Yarny. :D
I'd like to say I've been all productive and crap during my absence, but unfortunately I've been consumed with political nerdery surrounding Australia's current hung parliament and my UTTER GLEE at having the entire population give both major parties the giant bird. Also, Bob Katter cracks my shit up. Duuuuude. Be more Oz.
I spent most of my nightshift last night reading a very heavy tome on the last hundred years of Sinn Féin and drawing diagrams on the back of government documents to keep track of all the splinter factions. I need a t-shirt that says: I dated a Donegal manchild and all I got was this lousy obsession with Irish Nationalism.
*facepalm*
Anyway. No work tonight. But more nightshift on the way this week, so no point going to bed and ruining my perfectly dysfunctional circadian rhythm. I'ma brew some coffee, watch me some Gruen Transfer, then see if I can't while away the witching hours with some Chappy Ten mojo.
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