One of the reasons I jacked it was working nights, hated it with a passion. Midweek games at Pittodrie and go straight to work after a game or up at stupid o'clock. Heading over Market Street for a 2am start on a Sunday morning and your mates were heading home after a night on the town, that was always a hard one. The job of a baker was enjoyable enough, but the pay and working hours were terrible.




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