Late for work
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Radio
Haven't got time to chat too much today, I've got up late for work, I'll need to retrieve my trolley from where I've hidden it, and I'm taking as many showers as I can.
Lying in bed last night it felt a bit strange. I'd been down KFC and demolished a Bargain Bucket of their delicious Chicken, but regardless I still had to fight the urge to eat my mattress, it's amazing what my recent diet has me craving for. On the TV set we were woken up at 4 in the morning without fail, apparently because we were auditioning they were taking it easy with us, and it'll be harder if I actually get picked for the show. Now my Mossad training has prepared me for many things, but getting up early in the morning wasn't one of them. As a Mossad operative you needed to blend into normal society, and getting up at 4 in the morning isn't normal...at least not to me. Even when I was working nights for that Underground railway based in London, I don't think I ever saw that time of day awake. So if I get picked for the show that's something I'll have to get used to.
I hate going back to work after a break, everyone thinks they're going to get some sort of souvenir, but where I was staying there were no shops, guess they'll have to settle for a couple of used tissues from Burger King which I'll sign before I go in.
OK, time to get to it.

Shalom