The creeping darkness.

Today work was not a particularly bad day: it was not very busy but there was a few things needing done so I kept busy most of the day. Come the end of my shift I discovered that the new rota system has definitely cut me to twenty hours a week, which meant I left in a horrific mood. To worsen it, I got to the bus station to find my bus was being driven by the same guy with a massive beard that I had the altercation with a few weeks ago. He chose to be a complete ignorant arse to a young mother instead of myself. She had loads of big bags around her, clearly wanting to put them in the luggage hold. The driver had to make a big deal of it, stomping out of the bus, yelling "Are you getting on this bus or not?". A girl I know who lives in Drum also was waiting for the bus and she's apparently had dealings with him in the past as she was nervous getting on. I was too, as I could not be bothered with an argument. Luckily he was no more than offish to me, not going out of his way to make my journey unpleasant.

This evening I went out to Drew and Robert's house; a main reason being Robert is home from Uni. We headed off to a supposed camping party at "the rock" (Queen Mary's Rock). We met Darroch, Alan, Joe, Kirsty and Kirsty, later joined by Shaun. It was far better than sitting at home stewing in my self-pity and anger about work, and it turned out to be a fairly good time. We left the campers to it and I went to Drew and Roberts house where a half-hours Kitchen Banter ensued before I cycled home, discovering it to be far more efficient than walking.

So, it started a decent day, the last events of work would have ruined it all, but my friends were the perfect solution to this, turning it back into a decent evening. It's gone 1am now and I'm leaving for work at quarter to nine, so it's probably time to sleep a little.