Anymore Nazi Barbeques?

The sound of my alarm in the morning is one of the worst sounds of my life. An alarm at 7.30 in the morning, is probably most people's idea of hell, but the loud wailing of my Acctim alarm clock, with a scratch across the screen, is enough to not only wake you up, but to leave you spending the day ironing out your own eardrum. As an alarm clock though, it does serve it's purpose, even after multiple GBH's and a hammer to the head.

Waking up at 7.30 this morning was difficult. Very difficult. You all know by now that I like my beauty sleep a little too much, (and after the comments I've received tonight, I am more than entitled to use that phrase!), and I left the house, under 12 hours after I had got in, for another 8 and a half hours at what I have now nicknamed, 'The Shed'. The management were particularly stringent today, seeing as tomorrow is the visit of the Regional Manager. However, because there were so many jobs, the day seemed to go by relatively quicker than usual, although not exactly Usain Bolt speed... Highlights include the hunt for the '18 Stickers' and a colleague asking if we had anymore "Nazi Barbeques", after we found a whole crate of them written in German. I know.. That really is as interesting as it gets..

However, after walking out at 5pm, I now find myself with the luxury of at least 4 days off until my next possible hours, (which may not even come at all, remember), so will hope to make the most of that with the minimal money I have. I spent £6 at Tesco tonight on pure junk, but felt I deserved it after a particularly laborious week and a half. And since then, I have spent the evening talking to a possible new friend who is going to Brighton University, and seemed to be a bit too complimentary for comfort... However, as Beddoe put it, "I have seemed to be very lucky recently.."

Once again... No complaints from me...