Dead Days

I felt horrific this evening. The worst I've ever felt at work, especially at the beginning. I felt so rough, headache... sick ... even an earache which takes me back to when I was a child and my problems with hearing! Still, I could hear well enough and all I could hear was, "Tonight's going to be a long one..." and who's voice was that? Of course it was.

I had to do everything tonight. Everything. Re-stock everything, the baking and the worst job of all, returning the papers. I had spent almost an hour and a half hauling the most amazing pile of newspapers around on Sunday morning and, surprise surprise, no one had bought any! So they all had to be hauled back into bags, 7 of them, and returned to the disgusted Geordie bloke in the morning.

I was glad when it came to 6am. It was horribly slow, and I felt a little drunk with the tiredness and feeling ill, I was all over the place. As I stepped into my car, feeling the drizzling rain creep down my neck, munching on my hot Bacon muffin, I breathed a sigh of relief. 4 days off, lovely.

But is it lovely? I hate work, but I don't know if I like being off at the moment. There is very little to do, especially as the nights creep ever closer to midday, and very few people to do anything with, so my days are going to be spent being horribly bored. The only good thing I can take is, if I manage to stay awake for most of today, that I can sleep at a normal time. However, my eyes are weary already and it's only 7:40am.. I might not be lasting that long..

I wish for something to happen this week. Or is it a case of I have to go out and make something happen? Instead of things coming to me, maybe I should go to them?

Maybe a little surprise is in order for a certain university student?

;)