I knew it was a bad idea to drink, I said I wouldn’t drink, I promised myself I wouldn’t drink, so what did I do? Yeah.
I didn’t manage to fall asleep until 7:30 and woke up again at 10 to get ready for work. I swear that a small dwarf with a sewerage plant took up residence in my mouth this morning and felt like his brother was clomping around my head.
I’d like to say I’ll never drink again, but that’d be a lie.
Still, being at work for 1:30 and trying to remember what year it was, was fun. It was doubly fun because my daughter was working her first ever shift as security alongside me so I had to pretend to be vaguely normal. I think I pulled it off.
It was an interesting shift because while I was keeping an eye on my daughter’s progress, I was helping deal with stewards who didn’t want to work, three guys who wanted to knock out my stand manager and wanted me to act as a catalyst for a fight and got grumpy when I wouldn’t, and having to run rings around team members who were trying to help but were making things worse.
I feel like death and three cans of energy drink and a meat pie haven’t helped at all. Bollocks.
I’m gonna go find my bed now that I’m home safe because I need sleep and I’m off to my mum’s for Sunday dinner tomorrow so I can check up on her after she had an accident the other day and damaged her knee badly enough to need seven days off.
It never rains but it pours.