Worky worky work work.
Working nights is weird… when I come out of work it feels late at night, though really it is early morning… and I have totally lost track of what day it is now. I'm running a day late now… I think.
And I eat so much. I eat before I go to work, I eat at every break in work, and I eat when I get home. It's serious consumerage.
And radio music at night goes downhill…Late Night Love…blerrrrrgh… preceeds 2am, which is the time for softporn film soundtrack. Especially on Smooth FM.
And riding home there are no cars… Crewe is normally a fairly busy town, but I can ride on the wrong side of the road for aaaaaaages… its not a very good idea but I can do.
And not related to working nights… but I get very dusty. Only I don't realise that I'm covered in a thin layer of grime until I use my hands to eat… which happens on a regular basis.
But despite all this, I get money. Which means I can buy presents for people, and shiney things for myself.