I have just returned home from Corby, Northampton where the warehouse is located. I feel like I have returned from a nuclear plant...my skin, face, scalp, everything is crawling with dirt and grime. That place is unnaturally filthy. I was 20 min. too early for the 6:13am train to Weybridge this morning where my co-workers picked me up. Somewhere north of Milton Keynes we ate at a Little Chef, commonly known as "the little thief," and I can see why. Disgusting food at quality prices. Blah! The coffee was beyond miserable. One sip, and I was convinced a marker was used to dye this water black. Do NOT drink the coffee at this "establishment."
I spent the day putting art prints into picture frames, which required a lot of fiddling. Then packing it all into boxes and sealing it up. We were so pressed for time that we didn't stop working from 9-3pm, had no lunch, and didn't stop on the way back.
But Stephen had PITA PIZZAs cooking when I got home, and I am pleasently full and need to shower to get all this grime out from my finger nails, etc...and sleep a well-derserved sleep.
OH--last night, before karaoke, I went to the a rehersal of the amatuer opera society, where I have been accepted as a volunteer stage manager. Hopefully this will enable me to assis. direct next spring, and perhaps direct in full next year.
Good-nite: E