As some may know, I'm now an employee of the legendarily cheap chain pub Wetherspoons. I've been working five nights in a row now, and it's kicking my ass. I say 'nights' but I mean from around 3-4 onwards, until finishing which tends to be around 1. It was a little later today because of an absolutely pointless 'staff meeting' - discussing the ammount of beer in the drip tray. For 45 minutes. The only good thing to come out of this was a free lager and curry.

I'm working tomorrow (Monday) too, from 5. Now, I plan on going to labs tomorrow afternoon to attempt (no doubt in futility) to catch up on some of the practical work I've missed out on. Then straight off to Wetherspoons for a wonderful action-packed night. As soon as another job comes up, I'm taking it.

The next respite I get is Tuesday. There's uni, and then after I'll be spending the evening at the house of a young lady I'm getting rather close to at the moment, which will be sweet, sweet relief from filling pint glasses. I much prefer emptying them.

Edited on 21/03/2004