morning all
am off to find some nice people
6 of them. then i am done
and hours of writing up, drop work off in town, thn jhome
day off tomorrow woooooooooooo
doesn't happen often.
workmate said, hey any time you want a sunday off in the next month tell me, so qucikly i said this one please. she was shocked at my speedy reply. i really don't hate my job. the people are great, just the conditions are very poor these days. and all the new ones keep quitting, leaves us old chooks to do it all.
ok whinged enough and if you are keeping count that is two whinges this week
two whinges = bottle of wine
if i get to 3 I can add a block of chocky
