8:30 am Alarm goes. The piercing shriek triggers a conditioned reflex and my body springs out of bed, turns off the alarm and is back in bed before I wake up.

11:30 Wake up and wonder why I bother setting an alarm.

12:15pm Watch hired Dark Angel DVD while eating breakfast.

2:42 Jaffles for lunch and some Futurama.

3:35 Exhausted. Follow Megatron’s example; time for a nap in the sun.

4:20 Enough time for some Hitman 2 before work

6:02 Realise what the time is. Better go to work.

6:15 Arrive at pizza shop, 15 minutes late for my shift. Slip in the back and hope the boss, Bruno, doesn’t notice.

6:25 I think I got away with my late arrival. A quick check for spare ribs. Sweet, there’s no boxes of spare ribs in the fridge this week. These have to be washed and cut into individual ribs. A messy unpleasant task which thankfully doesn’t need to be done this week.

8:10 Emile arrives, he’ll be the manager until 2 as Bruno usually leaves at this time. Emile looks like Mike Lovell.

9:20 I take a delivery that takes only 30 minutes not the 40 we told the customer. The woman answering the door says “You’re early” in an accusatory tone as if it’s a huge inconvenience for her to get the pizza early and I’m to blame. I bite back a sarcastic remark and hand over the pizza. She doesn’t tip.

10:25 Sit down with my pizza for my two hour break. Most nights are quiet around this time and there’s a chance to relax. Once upon a time, the X-Files was on about now and even though it was a bit dodgy in the last season it was on at the right time for me to watch it. Nowadays there’s nothing to do but wait for the paper.

11:10 Tomorrow’s paper arrives. About time, I’ve already read the past week’s papers back to front.

11:40 A game of magnets starts. The aim is to throw a fridge magnet so that it sticks to the fridge from the furthest distance.

12:35am Deliver to drunk guys. One of them manages to read the slogan written on the back of my shirt and thinks he’s made a joke.

12:45 Back at the shop the aftermidnight rush has started. It’s made up of the usual suspects; drunk guys, people on their way home, people with the munchies.

2:05 Everything is cleaned up, packed away and we’re about to close the shop. Two phones start ringing simultaneously. I think people deliberately wait until we’re closed and then ring.

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