The rota at work was all kinds of fucked this week. On Tuesday I pulled an unscheduled 6 hour shift whilst dying of flu. Then Wednesday evening I received a call from Pub that went like this:
You're on tonight. 5-10pm.
No I'm not.
Yes you are.
Nope. I don't work Wednesday.
Yeah, the rota got changed but no one has been told. Any chance you can come in anyway?
Nada. I have tutoring now, which pays more for less hours.
Oh. Well. Bye. Also, you just worked a 6 day week so you can have Friday off.
... Guess who got a phone call at 7.10pm asking where I was and sorry to mess me around but I actually do need to be in tonight. Grrrrr.
On the plus side, it was a really good shift. I enjoyed the craic, and I tried a double Eristoff Gold and a double Eristoff Black afterwards. Conclusion: yummy.
I am mostly over my cold, and after the spectacularly unproductive day (I woke up at midday! After 12 hours kip!) I decided to go for a run (first time in nearly two weeks. I am very bad). It was awesome. Running at night is fab!
To summarise: I fail at writing fic.
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