Over troubled water

I go on leave a week and a new bridge appears. Odd.
About as odd as new shift pattern I'm being bullied into, but nice shift today in nearby library with nice staff. Angelic M is translating a funeral pamphlet into portugese for a newly bereft widower. She doesn't speak it but google translate, Photoshop and a huge heart go a long way. I meet polish, Romanian, Ugandan, Spanish and lovely local Chinese and Pakinstani descended local families, plus loads of kicked in the guts job seekers who appreciate a wee bit of human-being treatment for a change. I love my job which makes current fistfight with foggy management for workable shift pattern so galling. If unresolved by later in the year ill be forced out by a calamitous alignment of incompetence, laziness and ignorance. Sad really when many staff are so heroically nice.

3/10
(Summer fear approaches. Arms, back and front bad. Legs were ok until this week. Why did they have to get it? Will takes weeks to heal. Dual duel with myself this thing, really is)