26 hours straight...

...and I'm exhausted. Me and Jamie finished a grueling 19, no, sorry... 'Legally' it's a 20 hour shift.
We worked most of the day as normal. Halfway through lunch, Dan Rake came in, and he was in charge of the evening activities. As usual... he didn't have a fucking clue on how to manage things.
'We need 2 manwatches tonight. Come back at 5.'
And so we did. And had to stay until 7am.
Tonight, and tomorrow night, we're going back. But just for a 12 hour shift. No meals special ordered for us, no thank yous, nothing. Bastards.
Meh. I didn't mind it too much. I was too tired to care.
I did manage to keep cheery enough to be kind and considerate. I offered an old woman on our crew, her name is Chris, one of my jackets, and I made Jamie wear my winter trench coat, since she was at a really windy spot all night.
The worst thing about yesterday was my knee acting up very badly, the lack of sleep, and my chest cold acting up as well, since my body is too tired to fend off anything.
One other thing that I must bitch about. My employer, Gary, trying again to call us on our cell phones. I told him very sternly not to. Use our fucking land lines Gary, I said. It costs us money to use our cell phones (well, not much, but he doesn't need to know.). We often turn our phones off. It's best to use a land line to get through to us at home. I told him. I told him again, three times now. Bastard. He's getting rich and fat off of us.
Night guys. Goin' to work soon.