loooooooooong weekend

Some Easter long weekend. My family decided to abandon me and go on holidays to the beach, with walks along the shore under the full moon, dinner out, and a relaxing (though probably not with my dad being so competitive) game of tennis. Meanwhile, the machine worked on. Yesterday i worked 13 hours, from 8am to 9pm, and then even SLEPT at work, because there was no point me going home when I was alone, would have to make dinner ( i ended up just not eating anything anyway), and have yet another luke warm shower (the hot water system broke.) I'd catered for a breakfast of eighty, each person using far too much crockery and utensils than they needed, cleaned the kitchen, just as i had done the day before, and the day before, and again today, when i this time had to cater for fifty, with me the ONLY person doing it apart from the chef who makes scrambled eggs too runny. So happy easter to all of you that have a family that cares, and a boss who is tolerable and doesn't constantly bitch about her employees, saying (a direct quote) "I just want to STRANGLE her."

ignore the cynicism in my voice, its a disease some call exhaustion.