I don't like to write about work. Or rather, I'd love to be able to write about work, because there's so much goes on that is definitely worthy of bloggage. But there's only so much you can talk about before you piss someone off and divulge too much, so I find it easier to just not bother.But this week has been special, and deserves a mention. It was pretty shitty. And when I say pretty, I mean very. First, in case you don't know, I run automation for the Cirque Du Soleil show LOVE. It's the Beatles one. Automation is basically all the moving parts of the theatre- stage lifts, flying lines, curtains, etc. We've got a hundred and twenty-something moving parts, and I get to play with them all. Well, without going into detail, I'll just say the automation department couldn't catch a break. We had a rough week. How rough? Almost rough enough for me to give up drinking. When it can make someone who doesn't drink think about taking it up, and someone who didn't make it home this morning from the bar before the sun came up think about stopping, it's been rough. Why would you automatically assume that I'm talking about me getting home from the bar at that time of day? I'm not, I'm talking about Matt, one of our sound guys. Okay, fine, I was drinking with him. But in my defense, it's solstice time so the days are at their longest right now. And if I get out of the bar at 5:15 in the morning, that's like you leaving it at 10:45pm. See? Not so bad from that perspective. Not as bad as this week's been. Well, the work week is over now, and I'm not yet giving up drinking. I'm headed to the bar right now. But it's weeks like this that all I want is the original crutch, the original coping mechanism. . . A hug from me Mum.