  Oooi vay! Yesterday. With it being the last day of the term, it was only a half-day, but not the normal sort I'm well used to. Oh no. Rather than simply having the morning's lessons and then going home, they arranged it so that we had the normal timetable crammed into the morning, meaning all the lessons were half as long, and so utterly pointless.
Tutorial, for instance, is usually only about 40 minutes anyway, and so after I'd turned up, been spoken to for about 6 moments, and gone again, I had at least an hour to wait before the buses were coming. Bollocks if I was going to wait, so I walked home. All five miles of it. It's not that bad, as it's all downhill, and I had company this time, which made the time pass a little quicker. We were passed by the bus not far from home, so there was much swearing and giving of the middle finger. So there. Today. Hellish. Got to work at the usual time, to find more people there than I've seen before. Usually we're struggling with about 3 people trying to clean the entire hotel, but today we were struggling with at least 8.
This was because the entire place's LAN had gone to cock, so we had no idea which rooms were empty. What fun. We did get the computers back up after about an hour, which then meant we were rushing round for the rest of the day trying to get 80-odd rooms clean. Add to this a football team who weren't leaving until 1 and left the rooms in a bloody state, and you get the perfect recipe for stressed heads of department.
I often feel like I'm the only one doing any work, though I know for a fact that I'm the slacker. Still, I was there until 3 helping out, while most of the "team" had buggered off as soon as they'd finished their own section. Too bloody gentlemanly for my own good. Ah well, shit happens. Out 
