The day! It started with me crawling out of bed late, and getting myself prettied-up to get to work. I did indeed get there without fainting, but wasn't impressed to find someone else was there, covering my shift. Appears everyone was meant to contact me about him needing extra hours but nobody did. However, the guy who took over my shift bought me a drink to apologise, and I can try to get half an hour's pay out of it. Every little helps. I've also been told I'm not in for Sunday. Nice to know these things.
Mind you, I can understand why this has happened. I've seemed really run down with the hot weather in that shop, and the guy taking my shifts short-term is in desperate need of money for when he goes to the US to visit a girliefriend in the beginning of September. Also, I'll need the rest before September because two new people are being employed for that month (one to cover Jason for the month and one to cover Peter, who leaves for uni) and I expect I'll be needed a lot over that month while new people get to grips with things.
Also! I brought back One Hour Photo and Insomnia for Mum to watch, from the for sale area. No use going down there without borrowing something fun. I nattered to Jess whilst Mum watched the former and watched a bit of the latter, which wasn't that bad at all, but still felt a little less than I'd hoped for. Whilst watching Insomnia I ironically picked up a migraine, though, and collapsed into bed when it finished. Only to find my body didn't want to sleep then. So I've got up for a bit, had a bath and chatted to people, but feel suitably tired to make another attempt at sleeping soon.
I'm curious over placing bets in the future. I wonder if there's bias towards getting better odds here in London than in Leicester on the Foxes surviving this year. Nothing wrong with optimism, though I can't see them scoring enough - they'll be another West Brom. And potentially stuffed in the first game of the season, I think.