Ten and a half hours of hell...

I thought there would not be much to post about today and until late this afternoon there wasn't. I received a phone call from an old employer at a place I used to work. He offering me my old job back. I don't know why but I accepted straight away. I should have said "Oh can I think about it and get back to you". No they had me... the lure of a weekly stable wage from a full time job attracted me immediately. I have pondered since answering the call the wisdom of returning.

The reason I left the job originally was because of the physically demanding and dangerous work, and the mind numbing repetitious routine, the long arduous hours, the sad downtrodden co-workers and because there was absolutely no possibility of advancement... ever. Five hours of these working conditions then a half hour break followed by a further five hours. Ten and a half hours of sometimes hell. The only real advantage to the position is that weekly pay packet that I really need right now.

So it's back to working, back to breathing a constant supply of fine sawdust, back to being deaf from a ten hour shift of earmuffs and back to watching the minutes tick slowly by as I struggle through the shift and overtime. I know I'm crazy, I have a diagnosis to confirm this undeniable fact but until saying I would go back I didn't know I was absolutely and completely insane...