Oh, The Horror!

Weekend papers. The horror. Piles upon piles of papers followed by piles upon piles of supplements that one man has to organise, compile, put out and carry, and usually that man is The Wall. But not tonight.

The Wall genuinely does have a dislocated knee, and to be fair to him, he did well to make it to work at all. No way he could do the papers though so this task was left for me! According to the delivery man, a Geordie, it was a "small pile", but if that was small, then I'm Elvis. So many magazines to go into so many papers, (89 The Suns and 74 The Times alone!), and why the hell does The Daily Telegraph need 3 magazines per paper?! How stupid are they! I now firmly believe that supplements were invented to piss people like me off. Sundays papers are notorious for being much more aswell, so I cannot comprehend the pain I will have to face tomorrow..

And to make it worse, I was working on very little sleep. I could not sleep at all. 9am, 10am, 11am, Midday, all passed with me lying awake staring at the ceiling. I was absolutely apoplectic. So much so that I refused to sleep because I reckoned God was taking the mickey out of me and not only until 4pm did I start to feel the slightest bit tired, and even then I didn't get to sleep till 5.45! So it goes without saying, I missed football training and very nearly missed work, until I was woken up at 9:45 by Mother Mitten.

I was the Devil. You did not want to be near me, I was grumpy, annoyed, terribly sad and 100% dreading the night that lay ahead. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, as is usually th case actually, but it was still pretty bad. Tonight isn't going to be much better and as for Sunday.. well.. I'm going to have to do every task. The Wall can't move, so I'm going to have to run around a lot, making what is usually a dead Sunday into a very busy one.

I hurt my shoulder doing those papers aswell. Just a jar of the left shoulder whilst lifting a particularly heavy pile of The Daily Mail. Mr Alex, the manager, was helping me out by this stage and I dropped them in pain. I have sympathy for The Wall. He has to do that every weekend. I don't care how annoying he is, he does a good effort with those papers and, to be brutally honest, he probably deserved to have a little snigger as he hobbled out the door, leaving me to break my back over mountanous papers..

I'm going to have to go, I'm desperately tired. Please, let me go to sleep today! Please..

Until later my friends x