Shift work doesn`t bloody help!
After 2nd of 3 night shifts, I hadn`t slept a lot as it was summer and noisy at the weekend, did some low brain function chores then it was shit shave and shower and off to work. ( or so I thought) WTF my keys? )

I`d double locked the front door on autopilot so they are in the house.

WHERE?

Not visible or in any of the usual suspect locations.

Panic is starting, clipped to the keybunch is the open any door to any security level oh-my-fucking-god master and a master electronic pass for out of hours quick response to the systems stuff. Security don`t have one, access is call the vacuums in suits on a Sunday for permissions, codes to keycabs and areas.....and not a good idea.

I rang the operations supervisor (who was a great old boy) gave him the lot, said I was going to be a bit late and got uncle`d : "chill out, I`ve been doing nights 20 years more than you, this is familiar territory, take your time, sit down with a cup of tea and disconnect, it will come back what you did before trying to sleep"

Kettle on, bag in and out,went to get milk, and my bloody keybunch was in the fridge

6am that day ( sunday) I had driven home on a redbull, bought a pint of milk at the BP garage, put it in the fridge with everything else I was carrying and lay in the arms of Morpheus, then I awoke with zero recall.

Feckin Eejert!
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