Sunday blog

 Went somewhere in Nottingham and the guy goes 'It's called Impy' As in you have with Wimpy? It's not called Impy; it's called Imperial Custard Stout by Moncada. The fridge stuff we had to find out for ourselves. Look; we've been in extended, interminable Lockdown..me and Emily had been working all day and this sort of shit isn't going to relax us but make us want to stay in. Because of Brexit our competent Eastern European comrades can't help us and the cream that remains is local laziness. Our hospitality pay rates are still shocking; we've found other work which pays much more. The reason I do this is because of loyalty to the company and because of the people. It's always about the people. I could've worked somewhere today but chose not to as lucre is not filthy enough. If I'm turning down wonga it's time for a break before the next run of shifts. Pick the right jobs, battlefields. Can't wait to get back to the covid testing; covid is still no 1. We have our bar rota and can't wait for that either. It's nice to stay up late tonight for once; Bank Hol tomorrow. 

 My work patterns are delightfully complex; outside of it my personal life is simpler. Made a new friend yesterday; she's sound. She worked at the job today I wasn't enamoured about so it was my turn to be vicarious and there were Wombles at the Wimbledon Common run.