Crappy St Patricks Day

That should read Happy St. Patricks Day, but its not really a happy one for me as I'm in work. I mean come on, its the Irish national holiday, but I was still asked to work. Does my employer (I'll reveal who they are if anyone cares, once I've finished work on April 1st) and managers not have any heart or national pride whatsoever?

I only rolled out of bed at about 11.15am this morning because I was in no mood to get up early and work on St. Patricks Day. When I got on the Luas at about 12pm, it was absolutely packed. Its been busy before, but my God was it full today. It doesnt even come close to morning rush hour. It must have been over the limit of about 350 easly.

Anyway, unsurprisingly, there were loads of Americans around Dublin today, including at the Luas stop. They were joking around about how they're going to push their way on. As to how the quite large guy expected to get on, is really beyond me. Even the smallest person in the group would have had difficulty getting on. After a litle bit of manoeuvering on the platform, I lined myself up to where I always wait - right by one of the doors. They opened and I saw my opportunity - about 5cm square of floor space just inside the door. I got on and knew that the doors closing would shove me inwards, and safely on board. Which is exactly what happened. I was the only one to get on board at that door.

But the doors opened again because someone was obviously standing in the door elsewhere, I heard this gang of Americans say "How did he get on?" in reference to me. If I was faster, I could have cracked some joke, like "Luck of the Irish, I guess" or something. You see, that always happens me. I always think of something funny after the opportunity has long since gone. And when I thought of this, the opportunity was about 2km back down the track!

On my 2 minute break from the office earlier to get some lunch, I saw so many non-Irish people. Its good to see so many tourists, but honestly, all I heard was foreign voices. One guy had a shamrock painted on his face with the words "Kiss me I'm Polish" written on it, which I found funny.

So you must forgive me, but my experience of St. Patricks Day 2005 has been pretty poor really. I would have loved to walk around Dublin today in the nice weather wearing my obligatory green item of clothing and watch the young scumbags get drunk and make a nuisance of themselves, but instead I'm at work, not doing any work!