Ever had one of those telephone calls?  You know, about an hour before the job is due to start.  The phone rings; you've heard it 10,000 times before without a clue as to who is on the other end of the line; but at this ungodly hour, you don't owe anybody any money, or a favour; you're not about to embark on a world saving mission, and as far as you're aware, nobody close to you is about to 'peg it' 'give birth' or discover the new cure for aids, cancer, or a case of the droops; it must mean that the staff you rely on to assist you through the day, give you a decent break when you can attend class, and solve the many problems that you've created because you can't be assed to follow P.O. regulations, is too ill to come to work.  It's just what you don't want to hear, especially after a bank holiday.

So, you're at work on your own.  You cope with the initial rush; after all, it's only the junkies and the 'I don't need to work brigade; you can handle them.  Next off is the crinklies;  they have lots of difficulties handling their cards, so you try your best to help them, but it don't half try your patience!

Take Shirley (as far as you can then drop her off the edge) She's taken to wearing tinted shades; I must say, she looks quite slinky(is this the right word?) but it sure don't help when she's trying to tap her pin number in.  Three attempts; she looks back at the queue. "What the hell are you looking at, I'll take as much time as I need; d'you like my shades?"  She dosen't need to speak; the casual over the shoulder glance at the smouldering queue, which is now in danger of competing with the lunch time traffic on the busy main road, snakes further across the square.  Lynda where the fuck are you?  I manage to satisfy Shirley; well, in a financial sense; she's just divorced her husband who's doing 14 years for arson.  She's currently shacked up with Don, and is looking a million dollars.  Good old Shirley!

The rest of the day is average; what currency do I need for Malaisya?  How many ringats can I take in?  What currency do I need for Gambia?  Can I use U.S. Dollars?  Can I get travel insurance for my son and daughter, travelling seperately to the Canary Islands?  I need to purchase travellers' cheques.  And so it goes on.  I've set myself up as a travel guru, so I must suffer the consequences. Then we or should I say I, get a shed full of E-Bay to send all over the world, from Dave the sparks.  So I ring Sandra.  "Sandra" I say "I have lots of E-Bay for all over the world; fancy helping me out."  Well, Sandra turned up at 17-35.  We did all the parcels and we were in the pub at 18-15; we ordered a meal, had a chat with the landlord, had a drink, even though they had run out of proper beer.  We had a chat.  the Post Office has to go; it's getting in the way of a stress free life.  Back home, I log on and read Anne's E-Mail.  Then I write my blog; under the influence of 3 pints of Kronenburg, and a very large rum and coke.  When I stop working, I intend to stop drinking; and I mean it.  Now it's bed time.