As I drove home from the late shift the
pundits on the radio were discussing last night’s television. The leaders of
all of the UK’s main political parties had featured in a live
debate.
All but one… The Prime Minister didn’t show.
That surely speaks volumes.
I didn’t come straight home; instead I
picked up "My Boy TM"; I’d dragooned him into
helping me for a few minutes. I needed help carrying a fence panel home from
B&Q; he was adamant that it would fit in my car. However he was also of the
opinion that fence panels were seriously cheap in B&M Bargains as was
fishing bait.
We drove to B&M Bargains to find
that not only were the fence panels far too big to fit in my car, but B&M
Bargains wouldn’t open for another half an hour.
We went to B&Q, got the fence panel
and carried it home. I wasn’t going to pay them twenty quid to drive it round
the corner. We walked back to B&Q’s car park to get my car, and I drove
"My Boy TM" home then came home myself.
Fudge still isn’t right. I fed him his
brekkie and slipped a tramidol into it. He then wandered around in a dopey
daze; periodically yelping in pain as he walked awkwardly. I settled him in his
basket and told him to stay put.
I made myself a spot of brekkie and had
a look-see on-line. My piss boiled somewhat. A few years ago I received a
formal written warning from my then-employer for bringing the hospital in which
I worked into disrepute. My crime was that I posted a photo of myself taken
during a night shift with the caption “tired”.
Yesterday people working for that same employer posted all sorts of derogatory
things in a thread basically saying what a grotty day they’d had. And to add
insult to injury, rather than taking a firm line. senior managers had seen it
and clicked the “like” button.
I wonder if I really had been singled
out?
I took myself off to bed and slept for
five hours. Not too shabby at all. I woke and watched an episode of “Archer”;
I’d seen adverts for the show. It looked funny but it wasn’t. It was just
American rubbish with canned laughter played at random intervals. What a
disappointment.
I put on some old clothes, and got
another fence panel painted before "er indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of dinner.
I’m off to another late shift now.
Historically the day between two night shifts was always dull, and it seems
that nothing has changed…
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