Freckles and Misery

At 3.30 a.m. last night I was stocking up at work - filling plastic trays with little vials of sterile water. I moved the older vials to the front of the tray before placing new vials in front of them. Midway through this rather dull task I was transported back to my very first job, working weekends in Wylam Spar. On my first day a manager from head office happened to be visiting. He showed me how to stack shelves of petfood - putting the new tins at the back and making sure all of the tins were facing forward - 'facing up', I think he called it. When, a little later, he came back to see how I was getting on he announced in a thick blackburn accent 'Helen! You are the queen of petfood!'. I laughed and felt sorry for anyone who cared how good they were at stacking shelves.

Please God, could I have a job one day where I don't have to pack shelves or trays?

On a cheerier note, I know I'm a bit late but is anyone else enjoying the Magic Numbers? I hadn't heard them when I read about Richard Bacon's TOTP fat comments. Of course, Richard Bacon has always been a dick, but now I've heard how lovely their music is, he seems even more of a wazzock. He just seemed mean before but now I've fallen in love with them he also seems pitiful - a talentless wretch poking fun at people for the most vacuous of reasons. I'm currently listening to the one that goes 'this is not what I'm like, this is not what I do, I think I'm falling for you'. Ahhhhhh.