Mo(a)nday...

Well, despite all my vain hopes, the boss didn't phone me this morning and say "Guess what? You can have the day off after all... I was only joking!"

So, after a horrendously poor sleep (as I said, I'm feeling really down at the moment, and it's messing up my sleep patterns) I walked down to the shop (economising until payday, seeing as the bank have helped themselves to whatever money I had "spare" this week), heels still sore, back still sore, tired, and feeling not entirely "there". Managed to grab an extremely large coffee from Starbucks and a bacon roll on the way to see if that would make me feel more human.

And was I rushed off my feet in the shop? Was it full of people who had ventured out on a Bank Holiday, desperate to spend their hard-earned pennies on pencils and ink cartridges? Was it fuck as like! By the time 1pm rolled around, the boss told me to close. But was I allowed to go and enjoy the sunshine (which is back today since I'm working again... typical)? No... I had to come up to the office and spend the afternoon typing in stock take figures.

Walked up to the office (still economising... the coffee this morning wasn't an extravagance, it was an emergency, and the reason for the two walks... so I could afford it), but it's still not made me feel any better... I want to cry... I want to scream... my head doesn't hurt exactly, but it feels like it's in a vice... It's very hard to be civil to anyone... even my joints all hurt... and I just want to sleep...

Happy Bank Holiday everyone!