I like to think that I'm good at my job – I concentrate on what I'm doing, I try to help people and I try not to make any mistakes.
Yesterday I made a big mistake – but it made me feel like I'd just received a big birthday present.
I turned up at work ready for my 14:30 start in time to go across the road and get my 'dinner' (a half-pound of dripping fat burger… yummy).
I returned to the station and started to eat it. Then one of our relief workers arrived and asked what I was doing there. I told him I was waiting for my crewmate to turn up, he then told me that he would be working with her that shift.
So I phoned up our resource centre and they told me that I had booked annual leave. Rather a lot of annual leave.
I'd completely forgotten that I'd booked it – so it was a nice surprise to be able to turn around and head home.
So between now and August the 27th I have one day of work. On the 2nd of August I head off for three glorious weeks of touring warm parts of America ending up with five days spent sitting on my arse in Hawaii. This makes me happy although it may been that blogging on this site may be a little light.
You may have to put up with me writing about my holiday rather than reading about sick people. Sorry about that, but if my mind is so frazzled that I can't remember when I booked leave I think I need a holiday.