Never talked about my hearings.
63+ …Just “normal”… (No more gigs)
Dark in the morning when you go to work and Dark when you finish.
Freezing cold ice winds
Humbug!
And that’s just summer in Scotland. Nevermind the winter.
Pig-sick of work now. Back in tonight after 4 nights off and working straight through till Christmas Eve morning. - I’m guessing most of you have finished for Christmas now, but my slog just begins.
Made worse by her in charge. She’s an absolute demanding bitch who has no clue about the reality of actually getting the job done in real time. She lives in some kind of perfect fantasy world where everything can be achieved perfectly in half an hour.
We have a nights keyholder chat group, as a point of contact between us and the management on days. I wasn’t even working last night, but some of her comments and demands this morning about ‘the state of the shop’. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut or get myself in trouble. She’s totally clueless.
Well, I’m ready for Christmas… in a way… In fact not really.
I’m not in Rudolf the reindeer mode, with it’s blinking red nose…
No… I’m on myxomatous rabbit mode. Chalazion. I don’t know if it’s worse or better ![]()
Twice at the doc since saturday morning. He called the ophthalmologist to have an appointment for surgery as the treatment don’t seems to work… Wish the treatment will end to be effective, please.
Oh dear. I wished you a merry Christmas, and then read this! Very unfortunate.
