101 Posts, not out.

One Hundred and one posts.

Nice.

Today was a gruelling day, though it wasn't the worst day I've had by a long shot.

It probably wasn't even the worst day I've had this week.

Still, here's the skinny.

I was only ten minutes late for work.

I get to work to discover that I've been switched into court three.

Sweet, I think. An easy day.

Little do I know that all the overnights and Narey's from the building are going into my court.

Overnights and Nareys are the two most random types of cases. Getting them on and moving is like putting together a Jigsaw Puzzle by juggling the pieces.

What was supposed to be a list which would be finished by 1PM actually spun out to half five.

Sheesh.

At least I was getting paid for it.

Lousy pay, but paid the same.

Elaine is back from holiday. She seems to be half proud, half surprised to see that I am still here.

Anj is going on holiday soon.

Two weeks to get ready for the Indian version of Christmas, or something.

Here's a note: right now, at Haff's Net Caff, the neighbours are playing the White Stripes.

Usually they play Pink Floyd.

Back to the story.

Nothing really amazing happened today, with the possible exception of me living through it.

The Northern Line is out, so half the staff were later than me.

I didn't leave the building till it was nearly six.

I guess this isn't the most coherent blog.

I've got to go.

I'm going to go see Alec Empire play, and I still have to get changed.

Over and out.

J