My day (08/05/15) begins reaaaaaally early, when my alarm goes off at 03.30. I’ve been awake off and on for the past couple of hours anyway, partly as I’m worried I’ll sleep in and partly because I’m curious about the election results. I snooze it a couple of times and then I get out of bed and have a shower and get ready as quietly as possible and leave the house around 04.45. I roll into work just after 5am and check in with my colleagues who have been working over night to ensure our election coverage on all the various channels has been OK. It’s all been pretty smooth, which is good news.
The next few hours are spent monitoring and organising the subtitlers and keeping an eye on overrunning regions and that sort of thing. At 0830, my pal Lindsay, goddess that she is, shows up bearing McDonalds breakfast and a hot chocolate. I could lick her face in happiness, but I restrain myself to wolfing it down and being grateful. Mid-morning, we gather round the TV to watch Fuck Face Farage lose his seat and then resign (him, not us). We give a small cheer and have a celebratory peppermint tea. There may have been a high five.
I have a short break around 12 to grab a Coke and do a bunch of admin, coerce a few people to extend their shifts and generally prepare for the afternoon’s programming. I’m feeling remarkably chipper for someone who had about 4 hours sleep. My office has no windows, so it’s quite jarring to pop out of my cubbyhole to go to the bathroom and realise it’s proper daylight outside. I notice in the mirror that the new Kiehls moisturiser I’m using has indeed reduced shine like the nice lady said it would.
The afternoon passes in a haze of fairly hectic rejigging of plans and smoothing of troubled televisual waters. It’s been an interesting day, news-wise. Scotland chose wisely in the election, but sadly, no one else did, so we’re stuck with the Tories for another 5 years, regardless. Now the rest of the UK knows how we felt in September after the Independence Referendum! Around 1545, I hand over to my incumbent colleague, tell him what to look out for in the next few hours and merrily skip out the door to freeeeedommmmmmmm.
I find these early shifts really hard, if I’m honest, and I usually struggle to do basic things like count or work out sums after a run of them. The past couple of weeks, I have done a few earlies, had a few days off and then back on them, so I am pretty much all over the place, body clock-wise. I get in the car and drive to Bishopton via Renfrew, which is a far less stressful experience than last Friday when I got stuck in traffic for about an hour on the M8 trying to get home. I alight at the post office and post a bunch of orders that I packaged last night and some Imperial Leather soap to my mum, who is in America just now. One of my cousin’s friends really loves it, weirdly.
I then mosey home and Lee and Max are both not long back from their respective business – Lee at work, in Edinburgh, and Max, out walking with my dad in Paisley. We have a catch up, I do some dishes and then I go upstairs and take a bath. It’s veeeeerry hard to stay awake, but I’m determined not to fall asleep before bedtime, or I will not sleep tonight. I don’t do naps, really. Afterwards, in some clean jim jams, I go downstairs and consider doing some sewing, but my eyes can’t take it, so I watch last night’s Eastenders (rubbish) and Lee sources a Chinese takeaway from one of the local places we haven’t tried yet. We feast upon it whilst watching some Netflix and then I lie on the floor for a while, with the dog, revelling in the new carpets. Max has taken to licking the living room carpet for some unfathomable reason. Also realise that we missed his 6th birthday a few days ago, and feel mildly guilty.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m in bed by 2130, as I have to be up at 0430 again the next day. I can’t wait for this run of shifts to be over. Just the weekend, then one more next Friday and I’ll be back on lates…yay.
What did you get up to?