Bloody Shift Changes
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The Adventures of Skippy The Bush Kangaroo
These shift changes are driving me f***ing mad, not only has our new DTM got a thing about the Moon, he's now working out our rosters using the tides of the Thames as well. It's causing chaos in the Hospital as he reckons that our workload ebbs and flows just like tides, so now when it's high tide at London Bridge there's loads of us in, when it reaches low tide hardly anybody's there. That's all well and good, but when high tide is three in the morning it seems a little strange to have all of us dedicated trolley pushers on standby and everyone else is asleep. I'm sure it'll settle down soon, either that or he'll get promoted or something.
He reminds me of a commander we had during the Six Day War. He had some warped ideas too, although we had a particularly effective way of getting rid of him, a couple of quiet bullets sorted him out.
Rabbi Goldberg gave me a call last night, and wanted to know if I'd do him a favour. He said he'd received some alarming reports from other Rabbis in the area about some window smashing going on. He wanted to know if I'd do some sniffing around and see what I could find out. Think I'd better not pursue that one too much. In the meantime our Russian security friends have stepped up security at our Synagogue.
Ok, well I'd better go and study the tide schedules at London Bridge to find out when I'm next at work.

Shalom