A regular hung-over Saturday. Sleep late. Work evening shift. Unless....... On Friday the guy closes the shutter and decides to take the keys with him. Obviously his phone is off. All the time. So instead of sleeping til 4 PM, I get a call at 11 AM that they can't open the bar. Quick shower, lots of pills, Northern Line down, AGAIN, frustration sets in..... Arrive at the bar, only thing to do is break down the locks. So now I not only need to buy new locks, have stuff replaced, but am also still hung over and heavily sleep deprived and start working in an hour. Not good for my mood. But we'll survive. I always do.
