Where to start?
Carnage, disruption, utter chaos. I'm not talking about Gatwick - I'll come on to that - I'm talking about my intestinal tract. Prior to the flu/Covid whatever it was, I had 2 weeks of constipational issues that were only kept in check by chemical intervention. Finally resolved, utterly, by some Iceland Reaper chilli chicken wings.
Then the flu/Covid whatever came along and I didn't eat too much as I was sleeping far too much. Once I was back up to speed, I was gorging on any food to make up the defecit and lo and behold, a week later, total blockage occurred again. Massive chemical intervention again required just to feel sort of well, but aware there was a mass of unresolved issues lurking deep within. And piles from straining too much
GP was worse than useless. Blamed my shift changes and advised me to eat at the same time every day. Senokot wasn't working any more, so in desperation went to Holland & Barrett and bought some "Fruit & Fibre" chewy things that are figs, tamarind, prunes and rhubarb. These have worked to a good extent, but hopefully another 900g of Iceland Reaper chilli wings last night nailed it. This morning's many outpourings have left me a sweaty husk.
Gatwick? Well, you don't need me to tell you that it is an utter shistshow, as I predicted, and unlike previous years, there is really no light at the end of the tunnel.
My baggage boys are slaughtering themselves doing 8 straight 13 hour shifts, having 1 day off, then doing the same again. Most of these boys live on the South Coast, so at least 16 hours per day. Plus £400 in fuel each month. Double time is now paid for overtime and I'm seeing them paying £1,500 in tax per month, which is excellent - it pays for more pedestrian crossings to be painted in rainbow colours.
There are not enough staff ANYWHERE in the airport. No-one wants to work at an airport any more. From the total hassle of getting an airside pass, to the the staff car park being in another County, to having to go through Security every day, to getting up up 00:30 for a 03:00 start, abuse from rightly pissed-off passengers and petty internal squabbling it os no wonder that many have chosen not to return.
I'm back in tomorrow morning - and like all my colleagues/friends I will do my utmost. But it still won't be enough.
I have, however, bought 50 custard doughnuts for them all. And doughnuts help.