Work, work, work

It is Thursday evening, and I am tired. Very, very tired. But in a good way.

Other temporary workers think that being a QA is an easy number; in some ways I guess it is. But then you have to deal with production controllers, make decisions about whether to reject product thus bringing the wrath of people who would otherwise be your friend.
Like everything in life, in what should be clear cut choices becomes something akin to negotiations or the United Nations. Something along the lines of @I didn't see that, but if it's still like it when I come back in 15 minutes I'll have to reject all that pallet.' And so on.
It works, of course, and things get done, and in time what seemed like the most difficult box to make becomes second nature and the job is a pleasure. But then, it does mean being on your feet for 10 hours with little break, and tonight, my feet are screaming. Screaming for the weekend and don't seem keen on a ramble on Sunday; but that might change.
This evening we are turning more of our garden produce into preserves; three pounds of tomatoes and a handful of chillies will be three pound of chilli jam in the next hour. The first small batch was mild, and I thought I would check to see how spicy our homegrown ones were. The first taste of a raw one a few weeks ago was a little like a pea pod, much to my surprise today it was fiery and good enough for some deep spicy flavour in the jam in a few weeks. Tomorrow night we hope to make courgette and ginger jam with our two and a half pound monster courgette. I will let you know how that turns out.
The world has changed; England have a rather good national team, and after decades spent expecting the team to do things the hard way, if at all, to see England romp to an easy 5-1 victory over Croatia was an altogether new experience, but one us England fans could get used to. And so now we are looking at the calender for next June and July and flights to South Africa; bring on the World Cup.

Oh, and the weekend starts tomorrow at half five, hang on to your hats!