Aaaah, the joys of getting to work over the Christmas/New Year period. From 19th of December to 1st of January my normal work shifts were altered due to the holiday period and the need to stock up the meat and deli cabinets and in my keenness I rather enthusiastically said OK to any changes in my hours.
In brief, I worked seven hours overtime on Sunday 19th to help prepare the huge stock of cheeses needed on the deli. I swear I still smell of blue Stilton after cutting up at least twenty full Stiltons plus all the other cheeses needed. After finishing at midnight I waited around in the freezing cold for a taxi home that didn’t arrive until one o’clock. I was supposed to finish at ten o’clock but there was still loads of cheeses yet to be cut, wrapped and priced up so I stayed on. Outside it was decidedly chilly. Expensively chilly with three drunken youths dancing awkwardly on the frozen fringes. Christmas, a time to be merry and bright and marginally scared. I just wanted be at home in the warm and safe bosum of my living room.
On two separate days before Christmas I was at work for 4am in the morning and worked until 1pm. I was very busy and the time flew by. Predictably, I fell asleep when I got home after enjoying some dinner with a well deserved glass of wine, or two.
Along my way, and having suffered no drive by shootings, muggings or early morning flashers, I found myself on a familiar tree lined major walkway that I have traversed many a time before. ‘Great news’ thought I.
So, still on this dark and foggy morn, I hot footed it along the half mile route towards the city centre and the bus station to catch my bus to Beeston. It felt pretty good to be out and about so early and being able to walk properly again after my recent visit to the doctors.
Imagine my amusement to find, as I came off the walkway, (and I’d walked now for about half an hour ) that I was bloody well back where I started, by the river Trent!!! I’d just walked round in a big circle!
Gritting my teeth and girding my loins I quickly walked back along the route (the right way) and arrived hot and sweaty at the Broadmarsh bus station where I caught the 6.23am bus to Beeston. I was still early despite all of this rather absurd adventure.
The biggest faux pas that I made over the festive period was agreeing to work New Year’s Day from 8am to 1pm. Yes, quite a short shift I grant you. And time and half pay too. What I didn’t consider in my blithe agreement to work was that there are no buses at all on New Year’s Day AND taxi fares are either double the normal rate or charged at time and a half. New Year’s Day cost me £30 to get to work and back!! Ouch!
New Year’s resolution: ALWAYS check things out in advance. I reckon its beans on toast for the next five weeks, to recover my finances. I will try to vary my blog posts: Beans on toast, beans by toast, beans with white toast, beans with brown toast, toast with beans, just a few beans on a cracker, the day I ran out of beans, etc.