Just Stay Forever!

Wow.

Tonight, once again, was Saturday night. And it was insane. If you take your average kebab house, put a few Swedes behind the counter and then when you ask for a meat kebab and chips, you instead get served a Volvo, that doesn't even get close to the insaneness of the night I have just experienced.

I started at 10, as usual, knowing what was coming. The first few hours dragged as slow as Ann Widdecombe on a dancefloor and the clock, (which later exploded), was quite literally moving backwards as the night just dragged on and on and on and on... The amount of customers was insane aswell, we took just over £3000 in cash between us where it usually around the £2,000 mark and the queues were sometimes too hot to handle. Just like the curry I stupidly tried to have in my shortened break.

I'm never having Lamb Rogan Josh ever again.

At 2am, we had to do the past hour again thanks to Her Majesty's General Mean Time change which was possibly the most depressing thing ever to exist. While everyone else was enjoying the extra hour of shut-eye or the extra hour of banging tunes in a club somewhere, me and the ever-present Wall enjoyed a series of drunk and sometimes insulting custom.

The only positive I can take from the whole shift, (which didn't end when I expected it to..), was that the papers came earlier than usual and I managed to get them completed by 6.15! Yes! I get to go home earlier than I expected after 9 hours of what Hell would call, "a summer holiday".

But no. The member of our team that was supposed to turn up to man the till was a no show. So, rather stupidly of me, I offered to stay till 9 which was gladly accepted by the Man With The Plan, (New Store Manager, Alex = Legend), so I ended up staying till 9! I got a reduced Red Bull and a Bacon and Cheese turnover for my troubles, and that finally ended the 12 hour shift. I might aswell have just bought my sleeping bag and lived there for a few days, as far as I'm concerned.

And now, more tired than ever, I have to go to football. I'm more 'not bothered' than I usually am and the fact it's a county cup match against a probable aggressive and physically tough Luton team does nothing to improve my mood.

The only real positive I can take is that I've got 4 days off next week and I've already got things planned. Good.

Cya x