I'll claw the hours back somewhere, I assure you

I got my report written for work last night. I thought “I’m buggered if I’m going to waste my weekend detailing a way I can successfully implement some half-arsed plan that’s been formulated by a twenty-something graduate with no experience who is desperately trying to justify their thirty-something grand a year job.” So I put on a pot of coffee, added some brandy to it, and sat up til 3am having fun and finding faults. 
It’s not very good, but it’s done, and that’s all I care about. I’ve had a lie-in, I’ve had a fry-up, and soon I’ll be cycling down a footpath and then driving off for a surf and a pub tea. Try as they might, the money-grabbing supermarket hierarchy shall NOT disrupt my leisure time!

RC 23-7-16