I have one more shift at work. “Oh, just one?” I hear you say, but you would be wrong to underestimate the fact that this is a pretty big deal. I am not just working a ‘shift’, per se, but a mammoth shift that’s probably going to be a total shit storm since my store is one of the few selected to put their Christmas campaign in early. So I start at 10am, and will finish (likely) around 10.30pm. MEH I say to you, mega-shift. But it’s over-time and I can always do with the money.
I have 3-4k of relatively high-quality writing to produce. Since I am a wastrel/master-procrastinator/bad student I will have between the hours of 8am and 3pm on Thursday to do this. Maybe some of Thursday night as well.
Then on Friday I am actually away. My bus leaves at about 1.30pm. I have a 9.30am hair appointment for a cut and colour. I could probably have caught the 12.30pm bus but assed running for it and cutting it super fine when I can relax a bit beforehand.
Friday evening I’ll be hanging out with some awesome AutoScot folk at Lock Up Your Daughters! before stumbling back to my wee hotel at some godforsaken hour on a Glasgow morning much like my mother before me. Then Saturday I’ll say hungover brunch somewhere before mooching around some sort of museum/gallery place and then heading out again on the Saturday night. Plans here are fuzzy (Susie, are you free? I think there was a potential official AutoScot meet-up date proposed but nobody has really done much with it beside put forth the date in an e-mail and I posted something in the AS group that nobody replied to but a few people seem to be coming through? I don’t even know anymore) but I think I’m meeting someone from the AS website for drinks before the evening out.
Basically, I’m going to be a hot mess come the megabus home on Sunday after my big gay Glasgow weekend.
