Well, 19 days yet, but usually by this time I'd be getting a teensy bit excited about getting a few weeks off to enjoy getting fat, getting drunk and getting lots of presents.
This year though, I am a total Scrooge, simply because I have no choice but to work. Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, all working. Ok, the triple time pay is pretty amazing, and ok, some of those days are going to be more dead than Michael Jackson's nose but I am going to be missing out on some major party times. Even more so than usual!
Tonight was extremely quiet. So quiet, that I had done everything by 3am and just sat around for 2 hours doing literally nothing until I had something to do at 5am. I literally sat there looking into deep space for 2 hours. It went as slow as a double leg amputee doing the 100 metre sprint, and it was incredibly dispiriting. I was unusually tired aswell, seeing as I had not got a lot of sleep and things, as is the mood at the moment, were not too great.
Things only started to perk up when Legend Alex turned up at 5:45. The papers had been done, I was ready to go home and yet the manager still wanted a word. What could he possibly want?
You see, after the weekend's fitting from The Wall, it turns out he attempted to call in sick for tonight, despite feeling completely fine all night. Why he doesn't ring in sick when he feels crap, and vice versa, stumps me, but that, he did. Legend Alex suggested that after tonights, and in fact the weekends antics, he was going to call Professional Health.
And what with a phenomonal idea from Saggers about complaining about his fitting, acting as someone else... I get the distinct feeling The Wall's 2011 may not start out too great!
Ciao x
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