It doesn't happen that often, but when I woke up on Monday morning, still lying in my nice warm bed, there was only one thought running through my head: five days to the weekend! And that was before I had done any driving at all!
It's not that the driving is bad. Or the weather. Or my colleagues. It was just the thought that a whole week of work lay ahead of me. Five days of route 5 and 7 and 2 and 1 and 24.
When I was asked this afternoon whether I wanted to some extra driving (overtime!) I declined. Because the thought of a few extra hours before there were only two days left of this week, was too much.
It's not that I am in a bad mood. Even if the uniform people had me down as a man. That has since changed. I caught some cheats on the bus (always nice). Í am just a bit down.
Two more days to the weekend!