Blocked In

Last night I did something I have never done before - I stormed out of my shift.
Granted, it was 4am, technically the end of my shift, I had no painkillers to numb my throbbing arm and I was told that the men I was working with believed I wasn't pulling my weight at work.

I have two words for those fuckers: FUCK OFF

Do I need to breakdown exactly why I cannot change kegs (aside from my keg room ban), or carry boxes of wine bottles, or pick up trays of glasses???
Do I? Honestly?
Please direct your attention to exhibit A - My right wrist. Currently still in its fibreglass casing. And thanks to you, insisting I do more than my fair share, set my healing process back by two weeks.

And now you're bitching about me not pulling my weight?

So I left at 4am. Leaving them to clean up the debris of a Saturday night club by themselves. Besides, I was in charge of the cloakroom all night.
Batman even bought me a few beers.

I have, however, registered with Office Angels and hopefully, with christmas coming on, there will be a lot of temp positions for me to fill that won't require me lifting anything heavier than a telephone.

So due to my awful week having to deal not only with ignorant co workers, but also every idiot to walk through the pub doors. I'm sick of the human race and have instead, barricaded myself inside my room for the next few days to work on my blogs and story in peace.

Nothing better than being cosy with my laptop and Billie Holiday.

New Year Ramble

So it's New Years Eve today. Everyone else I know is busy getting themselves ready to hit the streets and party like there's a liquor shortage! Me, on the other hand, will be pouring said liquor for said punters. Yep. I'm working on New Years Eve. No new years kissage for this old bird. Just work, work, work.

But working comes with its rewards.
For example.

the other night at the pub, I was relegated the job of wedging the lemons and limes. So while i'm playing with slippery fruit and a rather sharp chef's knife, I spaced and began working on a story i've started to write. I was able to plot out a sub plot, rewrite scenes etc. It was productive.

I was also able to do a little bit of shopping and partying this weekend. Went out with D and got rather drunk. Some lesbian was hitting on me at the hetro Dublin CAstle. Granted, I was more interested in the Italian stud she had with her. He was yummy. Lucy came over yesterday and we hung out in Camden. Bought some more bling for my hat and a bottle of DK Be Delicious, which was on serious sale!

I stat work at 7:30pm tonight and will find my bed tomorrow around 7am. Lets hope everyone comes and parties hard, tips me extravagantly (cos the brits don't tip at all!!!!) and has a good time.

Then its back to the office from the 2nd. bleh!