Conveyor Belt

The conveyor belt of my duties ticked over at just the right pace, any quicker and I would have started sinking. I was helping set up meeting rooms on location and scanning in timesheets, all while reading the new scripts and cross referencing them against the latest schedule. Sounds crazy but I wished I made more coffees today, when you start a little later though all the timings suffer a knock on effect. Perhaps that's just my craving for simpler times. Or perhaps that's me just looking for any job that isn't cleaning out the back of the trucks fridge... There's something fetid back there and I I'm not quite ready to face that.