Dear Diary. It is morning. I am lying in bed in turmoil. I do not want to do another night shift. However, I would feel guilty if I quit the job.

I decide I will demand an evening shift. If they do not give me one, I will quit. If I cannot find another job then I will learn to play the guitar and busk in the metro. The plan makes me happy and relieved.

I arrive at Bug-tracker. The guy I need to speak to is playing table football. I don't want to cause a scene so I hang around for 10 minutes until he finishes his game.

In his office, I tell him I don't want to do the night shift.

He says, "I might have something, there's a project that needs an English tester. It's morning shift." Stunned, I accept immediately. I will start at 7am tomorrow. Thank fucking Christ.