Shoddy time

Whoever thought of an eleven o'clock start straight after a late shift? Not quite as futile and stupid as a six o'clock start of course but as near as damnit. Pissy, stupid and pointless. You get naff all done at home, when you've got a monster pile of things to sort, they don't get sorted and you go to work stressed out and worked up. You'll have noticed that already. Sorry about that. It happens. Mind you, managed to get through the door without chewing anyone out horribly for once, but none the less had to declare today National Shite Day, with all due acknowlegement to HMHB.

Anyway, the thing I didn't pick up on at the time was that not only has this week been mad and more than usually hectic professionally; I've been on the coal face for seven days straight. No wonder things have been getting a little tight; there's been precious little breating space. Just had fine curry, now fine plan part two involves a certain amount of going to town and just a little bit of pub. How about that.