I stayed the night in a spare room at Kathryn’s house. Note to self – futon’s are not as comfortable as they look to sleep on. I know they don’t look very comfortable either. It’s something I think every time I’ve slept on one. So when I did eventually get up, I felt like I had slept on a sheet of corrugated tin, with some extra bumps thrown in for good measure.
On the way home, work phoned and asked it I could come in straight away, as someone had gone sick, and they weren’t finding it easy to get the spot filled. I’d previously volunteered for overtime today, but didn’t relish the thought of work, so I tried to refuse it without saying no.
I said that I’d be able to do it, but as I wasn’t at home, I’d be about 1 ½ hours, before I’d be able to get in to a place called Cockburn Central (down south – about 40 km from Scarborough). “That will be fine”, came back the reply. Arrggghhhh!!! Maybe I should have said 2 hours, I thought to myself.
It wasn’t that bad of a shift, and the in reality all we did was pick people up at the airport from RFDS and drop them at various hospitals around the city. Not exactly rocket science, but still a valuable service to society. The only rewarding thing about these . . . I’ll think about that for a while, and let you know.
I was more than a little tired by the time I eventually got home. I had my proper shift on Tuesday, and I’ve not had chance to make any lunch for tomorrow. I thought about what I would do for food, as I massaged the stiff neck that I got from falling asleep in front of the TV again. I’m going to go to bed earlier tomorrow!!!
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