A Day Off From The Tyrants

Thank God, I have finally got a day, (or night), off from the humdrum and incredibly average routine of the dreaded "berp". Albeit it is only one night before I am back for 2 more nights of serving drunks and being awake at stupid o'clock. I have to keep on thinking of the money, and being an adult about it all.

I am quite pleased at how I have held out this past week. My chewbacca impression has worn off slightly, meaning I am recovering from SARS, which apparently is a rare event, and I am well on my way back to full fitness. I am pleased how I didn't give in, and went to work anyway, even sacrificing the final weekend of the cricket season so I could make it, and I think everyone at work seemed to appreciate the effort aswell, given we are dangerously short-staffed at the moment. I think the "old me", would not have been so... committed? Is that the right word? I know the "old me" would have put social events before work, citing enjoyment and mental sanity as the reason, but I suppose I have matured in the past couple of years when it comes to working. I know it has to be done, so this is a good thing as we enter the "University Month".

Preperations are going OK I suppose.. I have set up my account, sorted online enrolment, bought a few things, (although much more needs to be done on that front), and everything with accommodation and student finance is cushty. The only problem I seem to be having is finding a suitable enough photo for my NatWest Railcard and Student Card. They ask for a 'passport-style' photograph, but every single one of the 1,154 photographs that are plastered, somewhat embarrassingly, on my facebook profile, are most definitely not suitable. Most of these pictures, bar a couple of football snaps and the like, are of me horribly drunk, and apparently this is "not suitable". Trying to take a photo, without any sort of camera for a few days, is, well, impossible, so this is the only challenge that remains in my way before I actually leave. Many more challenges will come my way, but I am confident I will overcome them.

Today? Well, seeing as I've just woken up after a few hours of average kip, I suppose I'd better make the most of it! I leave for a round of golf with Beddoe and the Run Machine in a bit, and seeing that Summer has decided to join us for the occasion, I'm guessing, despite my probable disability with a golf bat, it's going to be a good laugh. Later I join Kettle and probably the Birthday Boy, (Magic Man), for a pub quiz that may or may not be happening given the quizmaster is maybe on holiday. Even if it isn't though, I imagine we will go to the pub to celebrate Magic Man's departure from the teens into true adulthood. Then, I'm guessing, I will collapse to sleep. Ok, it will put me in completely the wrong sleeping pattern, but it will be good to actually sleep when it's dark!

There's not really any point in telling you any stories from work, unless you count the pair of troublesome drunks that came in at impossible o'clock last night. I went to school with one of them, and can tell you now, he is a complete ****. So much so, that when they finally left, staggering out the doors to "carry on getting pissed init", he left his provisional driving licence behind. He and his gangster friend had annoyed me so much, that I grabbed a pair of scissors and spent the next 20 minutes cutting it into small pieces and then threw the small pieces into a black binbag. That'll teach him to be an idiot, and in fairness, I've done his liver a favour, as I doubt he'll be heading out into town without any ID! That's about as good as it gets I'm afraid...

Right now though, I'm going to prepare for golf. It almost feels weird being awake at a normal time of day given the past week or so... But I shall enjoy every minute of it, despite my obvious tiredness.