Sensible Sally in Stuff

It was just one of those days where I couldn’t get anything done that I wanted to at work. For whatever reason, the decided to replace all the freezer shelving last night, so a lot of my shift was spent replacing everything from produce crates back into the freezer ergh.
With my current position, there’s a lot that needs to be done within the timeframe I have, so after a few hours of being sidetracked, I start freaking out that I’m not going to get my own work completed, which I pride myself on.
Even worse is when everyone else fucks off and I’m the only one left filling the damn freezer.
I managed to disappear a few times whilst other staff were stuffing around and I figured I might as well try and get my work done rather than waiting around for them. Turns out they’d gotten the plannogram wrong and put everything in the wrong freezer, so I didn’t have time to wait around whilst they fixed that up.
Of course my manager came and found me and was like ‘stuff is melting, need your help.’ I exclaimed that I hadn’t even filled the LTO yet, and it was 1pm, when that is usually filled by 10am at the latest. Just one of those days. PI was out, forget that. No time. Let alone a second LTO. Usually I am completely on top of everything. All done now thankfully. A lot of that freezer stuff was out for ages though, so I doubt customers who bought a fair bit of stuff today would have gotten a quality product. Oh well they can always get a refund.

I got home today and pretty much passed out asleep. I could not sleep for the life of me last night. I’m not sure what it was, but in the end I only got about three hours sleep before my alarm went off. How I got to work on time I hve no idea. So I pass out tonight and woke up around about 10pm.
I was invited to go out drinking with the nightfill team tonight, which was nice of them to invite me, but I start work again at 6:30am.
I thought the timing of my body waking me up at 10pm was kind of ironic. It would have given me the perfect chance to go and join them. I doubt I would have drank much, but who knows what time I would have gotten home. I probably would have needed to shower and change and head straight into work. It’s okay for THEM. They get the whole day to sleep away their hangovers.
So I didn’t go. Not sure if it’s a combination of me being old and boring, or me being a sensible adult. I decided I’ll go out with them if they go out on a Saturday instead of a Friday. It’s just pushing it a bit for me, and they’d all be encouraging me and shouting me drinks, which I know I would pay for a short while later when I’m trying to work out figures and such on a busy Saturday at work.
Rocking up to nightfill hungover wasn’t such a big deal, but rocking up hungover when I now have to deal with customers all day probably isn’t the wisest, so I’ve decided to forgo the fun they’d all be surely having as I type.
Man, I hate being boring.
I just know they’ll all ask why I wasn’t there last night. They probably won’t invite me again, but they are pretty friendly, so who knows.

And I’ll be at the MELT festival tomorrow night anyway, so that should be a bit of fun.