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It is 02:13 on a Friday morning and I have spent the past hour reflecting on the last month as I walked home.
I’m doing this because in about 8 hours from now, Friday evening to be precise an important project that I’ve been working on at work will finally end. I feel a huge weight has been removed from my shoulders and I feel looser now. See, back in July 2007 I made possibly the worst mistake ever. I agreed to assist on a project at work, a product of ‘Innovation’. Well that had to be completed by August 24th and our team of 13 strong engineers/testers/electrical experts (the best of the best as I call them) ended up working through the whole night getting it ready for that Friday. I came in on Thursday morning at 07:00, and left at 01:45, completely shattered. I was even more annoyed that I’d have to return to work at 05:00, in just 3hrs. I had contemplated sleeping at my desk in the office, but the security guard said "No! Can’t have that cos I’d have to make 30min checks on you to see if you were dead…"
I walked to the bus stop at 01:50. The roads were dead and there was silence in the air, and then came my bus. Figuring that no idiot would be on the bus at this time I quickly ran to the top floor and sat down, I then hesitated and turned to look at the back seat…at three Irish half drunk chaps singing away! After eventually realising that I had no chance in hell of listening to my mp3 player whilst they sang away, I got up and wandered over to sit nearby, normally I wouldn’t but I was so tired that I just couldn’t give a damn. "So what ya all celebrating" I asked, "Ah ere! Brendaaaan here is getting hitched up e pole next week!" he stammered back, "ah married ya mean? Congrats man" I replied back.
They continued singing, and I just had to inquire further "So how’d the stag night go lads?", "ah ere, Eamonn shacked one of the strippers eh? He gat lucky!" I think I got a rough idea of what that meant but needless to say I didn’t want to know any more as they sang all the way home. I jumped off at my town, now devoid of life which felt strange and said goodbye. I was known as "Derren" to these chaps.
and my health has suffered horribly. The latter irritates me hugely.