Need a break....

....and, luckily, I've got one. Less than halfway through my shift today, I was ready to simply get up and walk out of the door, never to return. It's not the job, it's the egregious collection of bigots, fascists and fuckwits - and some of the individuals concerned fall into more than one of those categories, one or two into all of them - that I'm condemned to work with that's the problem. Added to my being very tired, and feeling decidedly under the weather - it was one of those days that crop up once in maybe every twenty, when my heart meds don't seem to do their stuff as effectively as usual - I really was totally fed up with everything. It did finally come to an end, though, half an hour earlier than I'd expected, actually, with a couple of the night shift coming in early for overtime, and the sense of release was almost palpable, because I'm now off until Wednesday morning, the first time I've had more than two days off in a row since the beginning of December. I'm not planning to do much beyond chilling out and drinking beer, but the old chestnut about a change being as good as a rest is thoroughly apposite in this case.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B