Whew, am I tired. Knackered. Shattered. Kerplonked. You know. I'm even too tired to think of anymore "tired" slang terms. As Hard-Fi says, "I've been working all week and I'm tired." Nine hours a day, five days a week on my feet. Although, if it wasn't for the cd player in the stockroom I'd go mad -- the music in the shop drives me off the wall. Our big summer sale is getting kicked off soon, so that's going to be lots of fun. And by fun, I mean work. I've not really had a weekend to rest for awhile, either. Last weekend Stephanie came and visited me in Edinburgh and we had a grand time. Not going to get much rest next weekend, either, as I'm going to Paris for the first time since I was nine.
Also had a great day in Glasgow last week, visiting the radio show Tallah's working for. It's on the BBC. So Katie and I went to the BBC! The building is amazing, it's right on the Clyde River in Glasgow. Made me want to work for them. Or just any amazing radio station.
Other than that, my life has been gorgeously unexciting. Call me a scrubber, but I miss being able to go out on week nights and stay up past midnight. So what's coming up in my fascinating life? Going to see Nine Black Alps tomorrow night here in Edinburgh, Paris for the weekend, and lots and lots of of prep for Fresh Air coverage of the Edinburgh festeival. I'll be going part time in August when the festival is, so I can devote more time to my duties as Press offices Liason/Reviews Coordinator and as a festival crew member.
That's all I have the energy to write about tonight. More later when my life is thrilling again.
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