Just taken on some overtime.
Even though my shift today - samw time but Thursday not Friday - was frantic.
Got a financial hole to dig out of (surprise!) but at least I'm not drinking.
Tomorrow supposed to be off.
Working instead 09.30-13.30. Sounds nothing, but weekly lunchtime is busiest.
Still, hand over from the lovely Tink, and she's a hard and thorough worker.
Then hand over for Pig-Face (the nickname of a boy in a book who has the same Christian name.) I'm not overly fond of him though. Adds 15-30 minutes to set-up.
Expect I'll be asked to do 6 or so hours Saturday.
Short shifts, but pressurised if you take them seriously regarding customer service.
And seven days a week, with up to five starting at 06.30.
Sorry.
Writing this sounds all "woe is me".
It just feels like it right now so I may as well whinge until I get used to it.
Good news:
My lovely red shoes feel great in the house now. I just need to walk down the street til I bleed (I'll take flip-flopsor the way back) and then work on scabbing over.
Silver boots still tricky.
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