Pea Soup

Very little creative to say about it really. It was supposed to be a nice organised day, a preplanned scheme; everything was wonderfully planned last night. In the meantime, the mob downstairs identified two clients that they categorised as high priority; the boss decided he wanted two of our guys split off to monitor another department doing our thing and our nice planned day got cancelled due to fuckwittage. I was not pleased. In fact, I was fuming. Although in fact I don't know how much of that had to do with fatigue. This second week of earlies is beginning to bite in a very big way and I'm not at my sparkly best. And the weather's not been a lot of fun either... stomping about in freezing fog at six in the morning is not my idea of fun, plus it's really bloody dangerous. Anyway, this is turning into a whinge, I'm just jacked off, too tired and my mother's battering my ear on the phone as I type about the wonderul things I can buy for christmas in M&S (arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh) so I'm going to call it quits...