At some point after 11:00 last night, just as I was 99% asleep, some massive fuck-off ordnance-grade fireworks exploded outside my house.
Unfortunately I was too comatose to get up to check if the little bastards were setting them off in the street (it certainly sounded like it, except that no car alarms went off)- the Council have informed me that if that happens, to call 999 immediately. TBH, I would have been more inclined to go outside and start a fight, because the chances of the police getting there before they've done a runner are pretty slim. As it happened, this went on for some time.
So, no sleep for me again. Thus, no going to work again. Which is not a problem at the moment, but I'm starting a Real Job in 4 weeks. The sort where I have to turn up every day, on time. Between the newfound flakiness of FirstBus on the 40-something routes (I can no longer get in to work for the time I prefer as it is), and the fact that I never know when the bastard locals will blow shit up at stupid hours, I'm really quite worried about not getting through my 3-month probationery period.
To top it off, I had a whole bunch of constructive projects planned for my day off tomorrow. Which has turned into today, and mostly involved sleeping.
Unfortunately I was too comatose to get up to check if the little bastards were setting them off in the street (it certainly sounded like it, except that no car alarms went off)- the Council have informed me that if that happens, to call 999 immediately. TBH, I would have been more inclined to go outside and start a fight, because the chances of the police getting there before they've done a runner are pretty slim. As it happened, this went on for some time.
So, no sleep for me again. Thus, no going to work again. Which is not a problem at the moment, but I'm starting a Real Job in 4 weeks. The sort where I have to turn up every day, on time. Between the newfound flakiness of FirstBus on the 40-something routes (I can no longer get in to work for the time I prefer as it is), and the fact that I never know when the bastard locals will blow shit up at stupid hours, I'm really quite worried about not getting through my 3-month probationery period.
To top it off, I had a whole bunch of constructive projects planned for my day off tomorrow. Which has turned into today, and mostly involved sleeping.
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