Ingenious Bastard? Nope, Just A Bastard!

I'll get to that. You all already know who I am talking about.

Sunday nights aren't famed for their business and robustness or speed, but tonight was completely the opposite. Well, not the complete opposite, but it went at a fair pace which is good news for me, and my brain. Football earlier, went good and bad. We won, 5-2, thanks to a hat-trick of penalties and an awful referee which ended up tipping the balance in our favour. A good bit of revenge following last week! However, despite the win, I came away with a hatful of injuries. My right index finger feels like it has been trodden on by a rampaging rhino, my left calf was studded by a pair of blades, or maybe they were machettes on the bottom of someone's boots?

The most concerning injury of all though was my left bicep. Now, I'm no Mr.Muscle, so it's not hugely obvious, but my left bicep feels like it's been ravaged by a hugry Bull Terrior. I think it happened after I made a pretty smart save, from a header at point blank range, when the score was 3-2, (so an important one!) and didn't really feel the pain until after the match, and the adrenaline had eased off a bit. A searing pain in my left arm, which left me fairly hampered for the night at work that was to come.

And what a frustrating one it was. The Wall, after maybe starting to convince me that he was getting slightly better, has gone back to his old self of being the complete moron. Slow, frustrating, annoying and excuse-making, he has been on top form this week. The management aren't helping either. The Goddess of All Evil has only gone and filed another complaint against me to the Acting Store Manager, (who consequently doesn't give a damn), and I see her on Thursday. I might just stand up for myself... She has something against me I swear... I would rather be managed by Sir Alan Sugar...

And OK, it's Monday morning, so no work for a couple of days, but I go back on Wednesday. There's no point working towards a human being sleeping pattern because I'll just have to change back as quickly as you can say 'Ryan Giggs on Speed'. A couple of long nights await then, before the monotony and devesatating agony of 5 straight days. Think of the good things Mitten... Think of the good things..

Saying that, I spent most of tonight's shift daydreaming about what I would spend £113million on. That EuroMillions ticket has still been unclaimed, so I might be lucky enough to find it in a bin somewhere. Or maybe not..

Ohhh, good news ladies and gents. The 200th post! Applause welcomed.

Ciao x