Bank holiday yesterday (joys of Whitsuntide, none of this colonial crap). This is good, as working where I do I get the day off. I didn't sleep in too much thanks to the weekend of sleeping, but I did find myself at Asda. A real fucking supermarket, instead of the fucking mini-Tescos that are polluting most streets. Owned by Mall*Wart it may be, but Asda at least stocks a full range of products. Tesco don't do this. They open "Express" places where you can't get a proper trolley for love nor money, and target the crap out of them. Which is great if you want what they think you do, but for me — who often only works out what he wants when he sees it — the variety of a real supermarket wins every time. Fuck, at this rate I'm going to turn into the kind of snob who shops at Sainsburys.
Back to $ORK today. Almost fell asleep on the bus home. Haven't felt this tired in a long time. Realised that I've been there 14 months. That's the same length of time as I've spent in my last two jobs. Maybe that's why I'm feeling restless. Maybe.
: $DEITY[rnd()], that post's from 2003. Now, I feel old. : That being the sum total of information I'm willing to make public.