Two days off in a row. A luxury in my line of work. So, I spent last night drinking with friends who are down here working on the U2 concert in Brisbane. I got to bed around 3am, looking forward to a nice long sleep in this morning.

7:15am - the trainee from work rings to check what time he needs to come in to work today. I ask him if he checked his voicemail for the message telling him not to come in today. He says he has no credit on his phone so I get pissed at him and hang up.

7:21am - had a smoke and went back to bed

9:06am - office girl from work rings, apologises for calling me on my day off. My brain says, “Well why the FUCK are you calling me then?” Someone from Council needs a portable stage for an event at 6:30am on Saturday morning. I tell her all my crew are working from 10am to midnight on Saturday and there is no way I am calling them in at 5am to lug 4 stage modules to a cemetery in the middle of nowhere, for a 30min ceremony, and then have them work all day.

9:15am - had another smoke and went back to bed.

9:30am - it’s now too freaking hot to sleep so I get up and lie out on the couch and watch TV all day. A few beers, some nice food for lunch (Reheated lasagne), and a good fan and my day is improving. Now I can look forward to another night of beer and bourbon and tomorrow I am definitely sleeping in.