Stop smiling! Slave...

So why is that I am quite happy with my meaningless role helping the herd with their fuel needs?

The first reason will come of no surprise to those who truely know me; I like working infact I love it, I'm not one of these whiners that complain about what shit they have to do as part of their job, I just get on with it with a song in my heart on a smile# on my face. Granted sitting on my arse is hardly what anyone could call working and it's a far cry from when I was labouring (which was proper work). The shallow exchange of jokes and slaggings with the customers is entertaining although not in itself enough to keep me there.

The solitude is a fantastic perk to the night-shift. The Garage has become a sanctuary, unlike my home which is more like a place of rest rather than contemplation. Except for tonight-Friday which affords me no time to myself. The other nights though give me at least three hours where I am alert enough to handle my heavier philosophy books but am reasonably uninterupted to get through them. The way I see it, at this rate I could do my entire bookshelf in a year. It is this that brings a smile to the face of the slave.

I think it's about time I wrote something down!

It's been a while now since i've had a chance to write a post, what with having a job and all. However, since my last post Teri now has started working, taking over my 3pm-11pm shift at the garage because I have changed to the night shift (11pm-7am). This leaves little time for recreation, our house is now run like a tight ship leading to a dramatic cut on the hours of sleep I get (9.30am-2pm). The great thing about this shift pattern is that I get to see the kids much more than when I did the backshift, and although Teri is doing the backshift she has to get up early to let me go to sleep, so she can spend a good 4 hours with them before heading off; whereas when I was doing that shift I was awake till about 5am with no real need for me to get up early the next day, so I saw Phoenix for about half an hour before she would go for her lunchtime nap, and Charlie I would see slightly more. Pish!!! So when the night shift job came up I jumped at it and Teri fancied the backshift, so there we have it...the slaves chains have been restored and the slaves appear to be content.


What's that about?