ah, football.

Working when the football is on is terrible. For some stupid reason when I rang up to book shifts just now, I agreed to work on Sunday afternoon, completely forgetting that not only is it, like, the weekend, it's the same time as the England game. So not only will I miss an opportunity to cheer on my favourite South American country, but I work in a call centre for a big market research company, and I'm currently ringing up people in London. Mmm, abuse here I come.

ALSO my work suck and won't give me any daytime shifts. So as per usual, I am stuck with 5-9 shifts. Because I live so far away, I have to leave the house at quarter to 4 to get there in time, which leaves me no time to do anything with my day. I suppose I could consider getting up earlier but I don't think that is ever going to happen.

Nina Gordon's version of Straight Out Of Compton makes me feel slightly uncomfortable.