…it’s a dayshift thing
…so I have spent the last 11 days adjusting to sleeping at night…
…and not really being at all painty or drawy….
…so here’s another lump of the big secret project revealed…
…and the new job?…
…not sure you’d believe me if I told you…
…but…
…I’m gonna be driving a big bucketed loader thing down at the local waste transfer station…
…yup…
…I finally get to work at the dump!….
…better get gone…don’t want to be late on my first day….
….here’s some more of these…
….nothing more to say really…
…got a new job….
…taking a week off to transition from night shift to day shift….
…which way is up?….
….every once in awhile I think to myself “that page would benefit by being covered in eyeballs and flutterdies”….
…and as I work at night, by myself….
….there’s no one there to contradict me….
…choosing to be on nightshift can often mean that you are unintentionally excluded from participating in the day to day group activities of a busy, team oriented workplace….
…there’s been considerable excitement at ours about a company wide, branch versus branch Xmas “decorate-the-office-competition” …
…someone even managed to borrow a float from Dunedin’s Santa Parade for group photos….of course they were arranged to take place whilst I would be sound asleep….
…I know I’m renowned for my anti Xmas-spirit…but deep down I’m a competitive bastard and was starting to feel a little left out…..the float was in the shed when I arrived at work and that note on the notice board did say I could shift it if I needed to…..
…so I had my own Santa Parade….
…so you should probably dock me 20 minutes for pissing about, Boss…
…jingle bells…
…(and the photos? ….. taken the next day before I clocked out!)…..
