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angelophileAnyway, so, perfect continuation to what has been a wonderful week. No, really, I mean that most sincerely.
Okay, I'm lying.
Been a hell of a week. My mood is currently... not good. Just utterly physically and emotionally drained and fed up with everything. Keeping a low profile this weekend. All I want to do is sleep the weekend away, but I haven't been given a chance.
So the workload this week was ridiculous. Record takings this month, an extra 8 pages to set and I wasn't given any help or assistance anywhere along the way. Particularly among the sales staff who seemed to be under the impression they could give me a third of the total number of adverts in the paper on Fridat morning and I'd have it done by 5.30. Did I? Did I fuck.
Week started pretty horrible and got worse. Monday and tuesday I was in work til around 11 at night. I start at 9. Wednesday Britain was hit by the worst weather it's seen in a decade and I effectively got snowed in. It rarely snows this far south but when I left work at approaching midnight on Wednesday the snow had been falling, then stopped and then had frozen solid. I fell twice just getting to my car, on pavements that were like wet polished glass. Most of the roads were no better, coated in an inch thick of frozen snow. It was a deathtrap.
Of course, got to the car and it's frozen solid. Started easily enough but the windscreen was frozen solid. I had some deicer but used it all up clearing the windscreen. The wipers were locked solidly in place by four inch thick solid lumps of ice that I couldn't shift. So of course just melting the ice on the windscreen didn't help because visibility was destroyed by running water.
Eventually got to my sisters, having decided there was no way in hell I was going to make it home. I drove safely enough, but of course the next morning was a repeat performance.
Thursday brought a 8.30 til 1.30am shift. Got home about 2.30 and was up at 7 to get into work. Yesterday I worked from 9 in the morning til after 2am. When I did get home I was too stressed to sleep but I wasn't too worried, knowing I could sleep in this morning.
5 hours later my dad wakes me up shouting outside my door, then asks me to go to the town to collect some things for him. I do so, come back and find work have been on the phone. The printers have found a problem with one page and I need to redo it and resend it. After an hour or so trying I figure this is impossible, so just after lunch I then have to get in my car, drive to work and spend ten minutes doing the file. The drive took me an hour.
Took the opportunity to get some comics at least, but I feel so utterly miserable just now i really don't care about anything. I can fully understand just now why people throw themselves off buildings. Luckily there's none high enough in my town to contemplate it.
Okay, I'm lying.
Been a hell of a week. My mood is currently... not good. Just utterly physically and emotionally drained and fed up with everything. Keeping a low profile this weekend. All I want to do is sleep the weekend away, but I haven't been given a chance.
So the workload this week was ridiculous. Record takings this month, an extra 8 pages to set and I wasn't given any help or assistance anywhere along the way. Particularly among the sales staff who seemed to be under the impression they could give me a third of the total number of adverts in the paper on Fridat morning and I'd have it done by 5.30. Did I? Did I fuck.
Week started pretty horrible and got worse. Monday and tuesday I was in work til around 11 at night. I start at 9. Wednesday Britain was hit by the worst weather it's seen in a decade and I effectively got snowed in. It rarely snows this far south but when I left work at approaching midnight on Wednesday the snow had been falling, then stopped and then had frozen solid. I fell twice just getting to my car, on pavements that were like wet polished glass. Most of the roads were no better, coated in an inch thick of frozen snow. It was a deathtrap.
Of course, got to the car and it's frozen solid. Started easily enough but the windscreen was frozen solid. I had some deicer but used it all up clearing the windscreen. The wipers were locked solidly in place by four inch thick solid lumps of ice that I couldn't shift. So of course just melting the ice on the windscreen didn't help because visibility was destroyed by running water.
Eventually got to my sisters, having decided there was no way in hell I was going to make it home. I drove safely enough, but of course the next morning was a repeat performance.
Thursday brought a 8.30 til 1.30am shift. Got home about 2.30 and was up at 7 to get into work. Yesterday I worked from 9 in the morning til after 2am. When I did get home I was too stressed to sleep but I wasn't too worried, knowing I could sleep in this morning.
5 hours later my dad wakes me up shouting outside my door, then asks me to go to the town to collect some things for him. I do so, come back and find work have been on the phone. The printers have found a problem with one page and I need to redo it and resend it. After an hour or so trying I figure this is impossible, so just after lunch I then have to get in my car, drive to work and spend ten minutes doing the file. The drive took me an hour.
Took the opportunity to get some comics at least, but I feel so utterly miserable just now i really don't care about anything. I can fully understand just now why people throw themselves off buildings. Luckily there's none high enough in my town to contemplate it.
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