A hungry Fiona...

... is a damned bloody grouchy Fiona.


- RANT ALERT -


Have had problems sleeping, so only managed about 3 hours sleep before my night shift today. Rolled out of bed late, got in to my shift by the hair on my chin, tired and hungry. HUNGRY. Like, my last meal of the day was this morning at 11am+. And my shift starts at 11pm. So. 12 hours without food.

GGggrrrrrrrr. And I have a tension headache from the lack of sleep.

My 2 co-workers are officially more senior than I am, me being the youngest member of the night shift team. But both are.... well.... Let's just say that if they are more senior, than I should make them kiss my ass for taking up the slack for them.

You know, I though the night shift would be more peaceful. And it is. Less calls, no bosses around, and emails don't bite you back. But it also means there's more bullshit to put up with from colleagues who slack off.


Off to McDonalds... only food available at 2am.... ARGH!