I got to work half an hour early this morning-I'd been put on the 9:30-6:00 shift that I hate doing. But as there was no fucker around I had to jump straight on the phone because God forbid my boss should stop checking everyone else's work and actually do some her lazy arsed self. Now I'm not happy about this for a number of reasons firstly, I've been told nearly every week for the last few weeks that "she can't sign my timesheet if it goes over 37 hours" so I've had to just delete it. I lose that time, I don't get any time off in lieu and I don't get paid for it and I still get a flea in my ear if I turn up late when I've been put on the shittest duty of the day. Secondly it's been badly organised because there should be three people here when the phones go live. Today the rota say's one person is on holiday and another is a part time who doesn't start work until 10:00 the remaining person had trouble with transport-it happens, and I don't start until 9:30. Lastly, do I get a thank you? Do I bollocks.

So I'm taking back my time by writing up my blog and bitching about my job. I like working here because transport isn't an issue-I can walk to work. The work isn't demanding (most of) the people I work with are lovely and it's also close to my evening job which I love. But days like today make me seriously consider packing it in.

I'm glad I got that off my chest. Now if I have flash player I'm going to have a game or several of bejewelled until my heart rate returns to something resembling normal.