In at 7, straight into handover from the night staff.
Check each residents file, just to make sure no one’s forgotten to mention anything.
Tea, muesli.
Diary.
Who’s working with who?
Get a feel for everyone’s mood, colleagues and residents.
Tea, toast.

Get cracking about 7.20, getting people up, washed, dressed and fed.
Make sure everyone’s happy, deal with the inevitable chaos.
Tea.
Paperwork.
Cleaning.
Checks meds are going ok.
Paperwork.
Laundry.
Tea. More toast.

See what the residents want to eat and who’s cooking the evening meals.
Aaaand that takes us up till about 10am.

Never, ever dull.
🙂

Cycle to work, shower, computer on, make tea, investigate the biscuit situation (two biscuit tins), drink tea, dunk biscuits, read STW.

4 cups of tea in 3 hours? Cushy number. 😀

🙂
Brewing up, or tactically sending the most useless to do so at times of crisis, is the answer to everything.

And we don’t have sirens on the company vehicle.

In for 8:30(shop opens at 9:30). Get almost all the important stuff done by the time the staff wander in (9:20-940).
Spend a bit of time deciding who’s annoyed me least, they get on the mount cutter(best job, don’t need to serve customers).
Spend the next 8 hours or so hoping we haven’t overlooked anyone’s picture.

Brew
Poo
STDouble-u

630 Awake. Check news feed type stuff on phone. Shower. Decide if riding in, usually based on weather or if on location shoot.
700 GF make breakfast , scrambled eggs or porridge. Coffee. Decaf due to stomach issues.
800 Clean kitchen. Give dog fuss. Lots of OCD type faffing.
830 Ride off-road to work (13miles) Music.
930 At work, only me. Get Changed.
1000 See if any clients have paid. Coffee. PAYE , VAT, Fire up Adobe CC. Do some editing or diary stuff.
1230 Chips, beans and fish cake special.
….
1630 Head home

up at 5.45
quick wash
25min of dog walking
35min of cycling to work
get changed
coffee waiting for me
make bread for lunch ( for 120 people )
drink more coffee
check internet , stw, facebook , news etc…
cook rest of lunch .

Get to work, 06:55 (18:55 on Nights).
Handover from previous shift.
Get changed.
Log on to PC.
Check Retirement Countdown Calculator (currently 206 days).
Go to start of shift team brief.

In the UK

Ride to work
Coffee
Switch on computer
Check emails. (Best thing I even did was hand my work blackberry back to them and get a little Nokia candy bar phone- so much easier to unplug)
Deal with the shit.

Soon it will be in Angola 6 months of the year which will be

Get up – 1hr on the turbo trainer
Coffee
Check emails.
Brief the guys
Fight fire

Arrive between 0630hrs and 0650hrs (or 1300hrs, or 2130hrs etc depending on shifts) for handover, depending on who I’m taking over from.
Listen with feigned interest to a handover, waiting for the previous shift to bugger off.
Turn the inevitable sport or commercial radio off, and replace with a Spotify playlist. Switch daytime TV off and hide the remote control.
Log onto my computer and immediately delete any emails that don’t start ‘Dear SiWhite’. Fire up STW.
Move the rubbish bin from under the desk that someone has probably left a stinking kebab or ready meal container in – dirty bugger.
Make the first of about a dozen cups of tea.
Start a countdown on my watch, ticking away the hours until I get to leave.
Then, either sit about reading a book or websites all day, or work my ass off, depending on what is going on. More of the former, I’m pleased to report.

Your taxpayer’s money hard at work…!

* arrive mind-blowingly early to secure #1 parking spot
* go for a 40-50 minute walk around the not unpleasant business park

Arrive at work with every intention of completing the outstanding things that are bugging me. Read emails and spend the rest of the day fighting fire and fending off new issues. Go home. Repeat.

If there’s nothing important shown up overnight lay in bed a bit longer, maybe have a secondary doze.

Is “doze” a euphemism?

Tumble out of bed
And Stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the streets
The traffic starts jumpin’
Then l log on.