In other happier news, I was surprised with how at peace I was working in the Cockney-drome last Saturday. It was all fist-bumps and jokes and gossip (there had been a massive fight in the stands at the last game, which was hilarious to anyone not directly involved. People got sacked), and my favourite security guy opening up about how he buried his dad in Pakistan last week. That was touching, there was hugs.
I hope I don't fuck this up. That said, I was late, I lost my door pass (one of the good stewards found it and got it back to me, hopefully before the big scary security guy found out), there were thermal faults (which we fixed),
Any one of those things, even the fist-bumps, would have had me in a heaving puking mess three years ago. But it was all cool.
Having spent the previous few days in desperation world, it was just a pleasure.