I’m still liking my new job, but something happened this morning that made me glad that I have the next four days off.
Today is rubbish collection day. Because I live on a main road, the rubbish is collected very early in the morning, to beat the morning rush hour traffic. The rubbish truck usually gets here around 6am and the truck noises usually wake me up.
This morning I sort of half woke up. I was lying in bed listening to the truck noises, trying to figure out what was happening. My first attempt at a logical analysis of the noise was to conclude that it was sound effect important to the plot, and that I would have to make a caption describing the sound.
Then I properly woke up, was disgusted with myself, put some earplugs in, and went back to sleep.