I
quite like the late shifts in that I can do things in the morning before work.
But when the late shift is followed by a core shift… I got home shortly after
ten o’clock last night. I had an hour then it was bed time, and if I didn’t
leave for work by quarter past seven I would be stuck in the seriously
slow-moving traffic up the A21. It was all something of a rush.
Nevertheless
I was up half an hour earlier than I needed to be this morning. Last night the
SkyPlus box had recorded the first episode of the new series of “Still Game”. It was rather good.
With
brekkie scoffed I spent five minutes checking the Internet. Facebook was
interesting; there are several people I keep on my list purely to watch their
public squabbles. Another such squabble kicked off overnight; it made for minor
entertainment as my stomach rumbled. Meanwhile other friends were off on their
holidays.
LinkedIn
has sent me an email telling me that Joseph Edwards had got a new job. I would
congratulate him *if* I knew who he
was. And with nothing else of note in cyberspace, I set off to work.
I
had a vague plan to go for a puzzle geocache in Godinton on the way to work,
but by the time I'd navigated around the dustbin lorries blocking the road I
didn't have too much time to spare. You have to admire the bin men with the
contemptuous way they slowly saunter across the roads. They know they are
slowing the traffic to a seriously unreasonably degree, and they *really* don't
care. I once complained to the council about an issue I had with the bin
collections and the chap at the council told me that whatever my issue was, it
was up to him to appease the contractors. If he didn't keep them sweet, they
would simply refuse to collect the bins. But still get paid.
Nice
work if you can get it.
As
I drove I listened to the radio. I'd not heard the morning's news for some
time. Apparently President Trump
is to meet with North Korean leader Kim Jong Un.
I
doubt anything will be achieved by this meeting. Mind you is anything being
achieved by either Donald Trump or Kim Jong Un? I suspect both are following
the presidential model of Zaphod Beeblebrox who (when galactic president)
didn't so much wield any power as drew the public's attention away from those
behind the scenes who wielded the power.
There
was also talk of a serious pay
rise for NHS workers. Six and a half per cent extra, but we have to lose a
day's holiday. That's no problem - I can live with that. I've got four days of
this leave year's allocation I will probably lose as I've not taken it.
I
stopped off at Tesco on the way to work. Getting in to the place was tricky as
the car park was heaving with schoolchildren pulling wheelies on their pedal
bikes. I got my shopping (ain't bum-wipe expensive!) and tried to get out of
the place. "Tried" being an accurate description. The doors were
blocked by over a dozen bicycles strewn over the floor by the schoolchildren
who were standing around giving attitude to whoever tried to step over their
bikes.
I
complained to the manager. He didn't actually say "F... off fatso" to me, but his attitude certainly conveyed
that sentiment.
I
went in to work. There were cakes, but I was good and didn't have any. I did my
bit on a rather dull day and came home. After all the late shifts recently it
seemed odd to be leaving work in daylight.
"er indoors TM" is boiling up
some diet scran. In the meantime I’ve got a stick of celery to chomp on. The
dogs are eyeing it enviously…
Today
has been rather dull…
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