As I sit here typing away I feel (thankfully) that my life is starting to stop spinning out of control, this has been an emotional week for me (and I don't do emotions) work was if I'm brutally honest has been a waste of time it seems as though I was there purely to give moral support which I don't mind (but it bled into me from time to time) and so consequently it turned me into a bit of a porcupine (me with my reputation ha), so lets see where this takes us and hopefully lets get back to the shoreline and onto dry land!
Monday and Tuesday saw the new me the one that left on time and actually took my breaks (well sort of) and generally not put up with peoples bullshit, I have to be honest, I didn't want excuses or nor did I accept failure I wanted the job done properly or not at all (so feck off out of my way) and generally people got the vibe I normally go with the flow and try and cover peoples tracks (although they don't do the same for me) so I decided to take off my nice hat and simply be "professional" and you know what I do believe it had the desired affect, although I will admit to having vinegar running through my veins (me bitter hell yeah) as I was still fuming over the attitude of my new area manager who really needs to get to know me, I know for a fact he is already regretting the fact that I am drowning him in paperwork (at his request) allegedly he is upset at the 42 emails I sent on Monday and the 37 I sent on Tuesday. I will wait for him to bring up the subject with me (which could be awhile after he spent the next two days with me and he didn't say boo) because he wants to know what I do, I now email him after every single task I do every phone call that I take(and trust me I know how to stay busy), I'm sure you get the picture and instead of a load of emails yesterday I sent him an 8000 word email detailing everything that I did on the days he was with me (I do like to be thorough) I await my appraisal this week with baited breath my record is 2 hours (bearing in mind that the other twenty guys doesn't take that long put together) I feel something special brewing hahahahaha!
Wednesday was a day of pure politics something that I hate doing but if I need to get bloody I will, and although I receive a lot of good support from the client I get next to none from my company so I decided to press some emotional buttons (theirs not mine) and press home to victory, if I had been a pirate this week I boarded a few ships pulled there pants down and sailed off into the distance sticking my fingers up as I sailed away. I felt happy with the broadsides I set off and I'm glad I kept my powder dry, I know that the full might of the English navy is now after my blood(I hate having to talk in riddles when it's work related but I have to for legal reasons) now lets see if they can catch me!
Thursday was the funeral of my boss and it wasn't a good day too many people trying to score points and I didn't want to play any games just get through a bad day (names were taken and have been added to my shit list..... remember a grudge is for life not just for Christmas) I have no intention of going into details but it was lovely to see some many familiar friendly faces who were all in the same boat as me, I wanted to go straight back to work but fate conspired against me and I turned up at the wake (which I believe you should only go if you intend to drink your weight in alcohol and I wasn't going to) said my hello's and got the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible, back at work I changed into jeans and t-shirt and waited with baited breath to get ready for a night out with my two girls (the wife and the youngest) for some food some drink some music and a chance to catch up with SMOR, the wife picked me up and we headed off to pick up our daughter from college and she was late (takes after her bloody mother) to finish off some work (oooh takes after her dad) I was trying not to be grumpy (at this moment I had been out of my bed nearly 12 hours and I was tired! so we headed to the mile castle for some drink and some food we found a spot straight away parking and for the food so we relaxed and waited for SMOR we had a look at the menu and chose although I wasn't inspired at all it was only after the wife got up to order did I discover the curry menu she had been hiding (I told you I was tired) although the food was (Bland) OK I was in a funky sort of mood, a combination of the day and being tired SMOR finally arrived looking flustered (as always) but we settled in for some banter some drink and a good time SMOR ordered his curry (grrr) and then we headed off to Newcastle college to meet up with even more friends to see three members of whitesnake strutting there stuff for a Marshall demonstration/Jam kind of thing and it was a canny night we were glad to see that Michael Devin had took the time to read his Geordie dictionary and understood what was being shouted at him although bungalow didn't have a bloody clue ...still(bless him) and Tichy was just Tichy a great night of covers plus some whitesnake stuff who would have known that Devin had such an awesome voice damn that man can roar!
We stayed (as did most of the audience) to have some pictures taken and to give Tichy some photo's that I had promised him while we met up in Las Vegas (does that make me a name dropper tee hee!) and boy was he over the moon with them, Devin not only remembered the wife who he occasionally chats to on farcebook from time to time but he said hello to me and used my name without prompting (unless SMOR had got to him first) again a real nice guy and bungalow well he was great he was being introduced to somebody else and he swerved to say hello to the wife who was beaming at this point because he remembered her (yeah right) but as always he was a perfect gentleman to everybody and sincerely apologised to everybody for swearing on stage once he realised that there was kiddies in the audience, so funny by the time all the frivolities where over we were home after midnight and I had to be up again at 4.30 tomorrow was going to be an interesting day!
I woke up (feeling like a zombie) but did what I do best and just got on with it, yes I was tired but I as always had a full day ahead of me so suck it up boy! the day sped past even though I had technology issues from the start, which I managed to overcome from the start all by myself I was stunned and over the bloody moon ha-ha I had two full training courses full of people who had never dealt with me or the way I teach and the sound of laughter soon had our operations manager popping his head around the door to see if I was actually teaching or we had booked a comedian (his words not mine) and nobody had told him! it went better than expected and finished a tad sooner that expected (it's still my fave part of my job,I decided to stay around people otherwise if I fell asleep I would never wake up, I wanted to take the wife to the cinema so I waited with baited breath for her to arrive which she did at the time I expected her but she wasn't in the mood so we window shopped (that's how tired I was and I didn't even kick up a fuss) for a bit then. we arrived home and before I switched on the laptop I sat on the settee and blinked the next I knew it was 2.30 in the morning and the wife was herding me up the stairs like a little lost sheep(which I was) it didn't matter because I was soon back fast asleep!
The dog had his revenge and I was yet again up by 6.30 but I was rested and felt better than I had in about a month,( sleep wise) I contemplated life and the universe and soon realised I didn't give a rats ass! life is short and it's not a rehearsal we are here for a short time so don't worry about it, if some people take the hump so what it happens get on with it, true friends will talk to you twenty years down the line as though it was only yesterday at the age of 47 (I know I don't look it) I'm the happiest I have ever been I have got the best friends I have ever had and although life can be shitty (as always) I get more support and encouragement (than they realised they give me) it's all about being happy not fit but healthy that's in all things life outlook the whole shebang and as I sit here tapping away to get this out of the way (I intend to write all weekend - I have a book to get finished) I realise I'm content after a breakfast of sausage egg and toast a cup of tea some twirl chocolate and a bag of tangtastics I realise that I have to change only one or two of the unpleasant things in my life I don't ask for much in reality I don't really want that much I have friendship (which I cherish more than ever before) all through my life I have known periods of times that have been hard to get through but tough times don't last and it may be shitty at the time good things come along every now and again to brighten your day tell your friends your partners your bloody children you love them and live each day as if it's your last because when it's over it's over and if truth be told I think I'm OK with that until the next time Toodles!
Saturday 31 March 2012
Sunday 25 March 2012
A Night At The Opera!
OK so it was another night in a bordello but there was Machiavellian deeds so an opera sounds so much more dramatic!
The day started as always with me on pooch patrol (I have got to buy that dog a damn watch!) and after the night before were I had vented my spleen, I was happier but not really happy if you know what I mean. I was travelling fast through the tunnel marked as "depression" and I could see the other end I wasn't being a misery (the wife might beg to differ) but the sun was definitely peaking through the clouds. I had recorded a few programmes from the night before about Prog rock so I thought I would zip through them before I bored the wife to death and although the music was more choral than happy I enjoyed them.
The wife came down stairs around about eleven , to be fair she had done the first pooch patrol but she has the ability to go back to sleep and I don't, she wasn't happy as she had wanted to go through a list of tasks and I didn't wake her but she was OK with it as she settled down to breakfast and to watch Scream 4, as the time clicked on I reminded her that we did have a number of tasks to do(including the making of something to be slow cooked for our tea which she did and it was lovely) before we could enjoy ourselves( see you all thought I wanted to avoid the tasks hahaha wrong), so she cracked on (eventually) and we headed out to strut our funky stuff, firstly to post a letter ( I know in this day and age) then to call into Barry's Bargains (a shop in the heart of Consett that sells foodstuffs that are very nearly on their sell by date at greatly reduced prices) I could tell the wife didn't really want for me to go in especially me being in the frame of mind I was in (I was craving junk food and I was going to get it whatever the reason) It wasn't too bad some sour jelly's some Jaffa cakes some chocolate for the daughter and we were done then off to the bank for some beer vouchers and for me to growl because although my bonus was in I had been robbed and that was yet another issue GRRR!
We shuffled off paid a bill or two went and bought a bag of dog food (well you have to feed them you know) and then for a few bits and pieces in our local Morrison's and for some reason we were drawn by the Siren's song of the drink aisle but we resisted, we did have a quick look but we decided against it as we had enough stock at home, food was consumed and the pooch was taken to his holiday home in the hills (woo hoo a lie in the morning.....Not) the wife came home and started the preparations for our journey she only had a couple of hissy fits but actually it was probably the most focused I have ever seen her for getting ready and we did actually leave on time, although I did crack the whip (as always it took me ages to get ready all of 107 seconds) and we jumped aboard the good ship robbing bastards ooops sorry I mean the local bus company who had put up their prices a whopping 10% (yes I whined on facebook about it and a couple of people got onto me about fuel costs, although in actual fact their fuel costs have only risen 1.9% I know this because of the contract at work they have to inform us in case it impacts on our business model and they have instigated a pay freeze so they can't claim that they are paying their staff more lets just not go there GRRR!) we travelled down in relative silence I was happier but if I was honest (and I like to think I am ) I wasn't happy, but the wife deserves a good night out I have to like being in her company while she enjoys herself!
She had bought a pair of cowboy boots while on holiday and she had decided not to wear her thick white socks with them as this would be constrictive on her feet, so guess which socks she put on to go out in? how the hell did you guess, yes the white ones! which if I'm honest nearly tipped me into a killing spree on the bus but I held my breath and counted to ten and offered the advice "we can buy some thinner ones once we get off the bus" we got off the bus only to find "Primarni" shut so we had to make do (altogether now aaah) as we headed to the pub the phone rings and the eldest wanting advice on how to look after the grandson (WTF) we dodged the bullet( I could feel would you like to babysit early routine coming on) and arrived in the pub to find our drinking compatriots all ready there (woo hoo result) and we nipped into a table and settled down to have some fun, at some point a lady did a triple somersault down some stairs and still managed a pirouette as she stood up although her wig wasn't on straight! some food was ordered and it turned up warm(ish) and to the right table well actually it was thrown at the table so J very nearly got to have a bowl of chips for nothing it was at this point G was in tears as he realised his pet kestrel would have swept down and directed the food to him, we had to ply him with drink to bring him back to the room. We then tried to do a strange thing we tried to get a taxi for five people only to be waved off by people who didn't have a grasp of the English language as we were only asking them if they could order us one (nononononononononono I'll take that as a no then) so in the end after walking for 26 miles we just jumped into two taxi's and finally arrived at our destination.
The venue had people in but it wasn't rammed (yet) and I was plied with even more drink the wife kept going off like an air raid siren whenever she saw somebody she knew, which was often, I sat in the corner (well I would have if my legs had been longer) and generally people watched and although I drank copious amounts I don't think that there was any fear of me getting drunk, but the night flowed and more people showed up including M with his flask of dangerous moonshine(I do have to admit some people were missing in action no doubt there's a tale there but I'm sorry to inform you I don't know it) actually it was full of Kraken how he got the mother in law in such a little flask I have no idea, I acquired a DJ name which even this morning I can't dodge (Rancid Hamster's in the house) Mr Spence was there with the brightest flash in the world and skinny lusted after someone who thankfully was/is blissfully unaware! I sat and discussed the merits of all time favourite albums/singers and various things, thankfully there was no cuckoo but there were several animals that did wander in off the Serengeti plain (I suppose you had to be there and no one of them wasn't Chris Curry's coat) there was no toilet paper in the ladies but there was plenty of supplies in everybody's handbags and pockets getting a taxi home was proving problematic (the clocks going forward, we had endured this in Las Vegas and we argued that we shouldn't have to go through it bloody well twice) the night got better although there was an issue with some of the music being repeated (Nicola had been dropped in it at the last moment but she still did a cracking job as far as I'm concerned) and on the odd occasion that I actually wandered through the madding crowd I found it mildly disconcerting that not one person minded me rubbing there butts in fact a certain post person even tried to to a bit of crotch thrusting in my direction,at which point I ran as fast as my poorly legs would let me, as the night went on I got happier and happier (in mood and not with drink) I even had a meaningful discussion and about Glenn Hughes and his quality control issues and I'm still yet to find anybody who likes his bloody awful Christmas album.
As always the night slid to a halt sooner rather than expected because the pub put the clocks forward at one instead of two and threw us all out into the street to try and get some transport home which wasn't too bad although the students who had had a bottle of Peronni and were being annoying to the Taxi drivers nearly got a slap from the wife! although if the wife had to wait much longer she would have been sunk, Big G turned up as everybody was leaving I couldn't possibly say what he said as he climbed out of his lift but the highlight was him saying goodnight through the mass of people (you may take the boy out of Consett but you can't take Consett out of the boy we were all taught good manners when I was a lad) we waved goodbye to friends Romans and countrymen and headed back to Gimpsville with an annoying driver who wished to tell us about his exploits in Amsterdam (erm feck off) we got through the pea soup of Fog and were in bed within minutes of coming through the front door (although I was tempted to blog while it was all fresh in my mind) this morning morning I awoke at seven so in reality that was six and no bloody pooch patrol hahahaha what the hell!
The night lifted my spirits some people said some nice things some people said some sexist things and some people didn't really say a lot I feel as though there has been a bloody great weight lifted from my shoulders and as I prepare to knuckle down and crack on with the new book which is about half way done my mood is heading to a happy place (for a change), but can all the people who read the thing on blurb buy the bloody thing as your really only getting a smattering of it, I get no profit from it other than I have given somebody some (hopefully) pleasure in a none sexual way, its set at the lowest price possible so go on buy one or two or three because there is three to choose from very nearly four if you include the Las Vegas one which I hope to have finished for Friday. I know I can be the shy wallflower type and last night I wasn't the best company but I had a cracking time and thanks to some wonderful people I'm ready to write up a storm so until the next time Toodles!
The day started as always with me on pooch patrol (I have got to buy that dog a damn watch!) and after the night before were I had vented my spleen, I was happier but not really happy if you know what I mean. I was travelling fast through the tunnel marked as "depression" and I could see the other end I wasn't being a misery (the wife might beg to differ) but the sun was definitely peaking through the clouds. I had recorded a few programmes from the night before about Prog rock so I thought I would zip through them before I bored the wife to death and although the music was more choral than happy I enjoyed them.
The wife came down stairs around about eleven , to be fair she had done the first pooch patrol but she has the ability to go back to sleep and I don't, she wasn't happy as she had wanted to go through a list of tasks and I didn't wake her but she was OK with it as she settled down to breakfast and to watch Scream 4, as the time clicked on I reminded her that we did have a number of tasks to do(including the making of something to be slow cooked for our tea which she did and it was lovely) before we could enjoy ourselves( see you all thought I wanted to avoid the tasks hahaha wrong), so she cracked on (eventually) and we headed out to strut our funky stuff, firstly to post a letter ( I know in this day and age) then to call into Barry's Bargains (a shop in the heart of Consett that sells foodstuffs that are very nearly on their sell by date at greatly reduced prices) I could tell the wife didn't really want for me to go in especially me being in the frame of mind I was in (I was craving junk food and I was going to get it whatever the reason) It wasn't too bad some sour jelly's some Jaffa cakes some chocolate for the daughter and we were done then off to the bank for some beer vouchers and for me to growl because although my bonus was in I had been robbed and that was yet another issue GRRR!
We shuffled off paid a bill or two went and bought a bag of dog food (well you have to feed them you know) and then for a few bits and pieces in our local Morrison's and for some reason we were drawn by the Siren's song of the drink aisle but we resisted, we did have a quick look but we decided against it as we had enough stock at home, food was consumed and the pooch was taken to his holiday home in the hills (woo hoo a lie in the morning.....Not) the wife came home and started the preparations for our journey she only had a couple of hissy fits but actually it was probably the most focused I have ever seen her for getting ready and we did actually leave on time, although I did crack the whip (as always it took me ages to get ready all of 107 seconds) and we jumped aboard the good ship robbing bastards ooops sorry I mean the local bus company who had put up their prices a whopping 10% (yes I whined on facebook about it and a couple of people got onto me about fuel costs, although in actual fact their fuel costs have only risen 1.9% I know this because of the contract at work they have to inform us in case it impacts on our business model and they have instigated a pay freeze so they can't claim that they are paying their staff more lets just not go there GRRR!) we travelled down in relative silence I was happier but if I was honest (and I like to think I am ) I wasn't happy, but the wife deserves a good night out I have to like being in her company while she enjoys herself!
She had bought a pair of cowboy boots while on holiday and she had decided not to wear her thick white socks with them as this would be constrictive on her feet, so guess which socks she put on to go out in? how the hell did you guess, yes the white ones! which if I'm honest nearly tipped me into a killing spree on the bus but I held my breath and counted to ten and offered the advice "we can buy some thinner ones once we get off the bus" we got off the bus only to find "Primarni" shut so we had to make do (altogether now aaah) as we headed to the pub the phone rings and the eldest wanting advice on how to look after the grandson (WTF) we dodged the bullet( I could feel would you like to babysit early routine coming on) and arrived in the pub to find our drinking compatriots all ready there (woo hoo result) and we nipped into a table and settled down to have some fun, at some point a lady did a triple somersault down some stairs and still managed a pirouette as she stood up although her wig wasn't on straight! some food was ordered and it turned up warm(ish) and to the right table well actually it was thrown at the table so J very nearly got to have a bowl of chips for nothing it was at this point G was in tears as he realised his pet kestrel would have swept down and directed the food to him, we had to ply him with drink to bring him back to the room. We then tried to do a strange thing we tried to get a taxi for five people only to be waved off by people who didn't have a grasp of the English language as we were only asking them if they could order us one (nononononononononono I'll take that as a no then) so in the end after walking for 26 miles we just jumped into two taxi's and finally arrived at our destination.
The venue had people in but it wasn't rammed (yet) and I was plied with even more drink the wife kept going off like an air raid siren whenever she saw somebody she knew, which was often, I sat in the corner (well I would have if my legs had been longer) and generally people watched and although I drank copious amounts I don't think that there was any fear of me getting drunk, but the night flowed and more people showed up including M with his flask of dangerous moonshine(I do have to admit some people were missing in action no doubt there's a tale there but I'm sorry to inform you I don't know it) actually it was full of Kraken how he got the mother in law in such a little flask I have no idea, I acquired a DJ name which even this morning I can't dodge (Rancid Hamster's in the house) Mr Spence was there with the brightest flash in the world and skinny lusted after someone who thankfully was/is blissfully unaware! I sat and discussed the merits of all time favourite albums/singers and various things, thankfully there was no cuckoo but there were several animals that did wander in off the Serengeti plain (I suppose you had to be there and no one of them wasn't Chris Curry's coat) there was no toilet paper in the ladies but there was plenty of supplies in everybody's handbags and pockets getting a taxi home was proving problematic (the clocks going forward, we had endured this in Las Vegas and we argued that we shouldn't have to go through it bloody well twice) the night got better although there was an issue with some of the music being repeated (Nicola had been dropped in it at the last moment but she still did a cracking job as far as I'm concerned) and on the odd occasion that I actually wandered through the madding crowd I found it mildly disconcerting that not one person minded me rubbing there butts in fact a certain post person even tried to to a bit of crotch thrusting in my direction,at which point I ran as fast as my poorly legs would let me, as the night went on I got happier and happier (in mood and not with drink) I even had a meaningful discussion and about Glenn Hughes and his quality control issues and I'm still yet to find anybody who likes his bloody awful Christmas album.
As always the night slid to a halt sooner rather than expected because the pub put the clocks forward at one instead of two and threw us all out into the street to try and get some transport home which wasn't too bad although the students who had had a bottle of Peronni and were being annoying to the Taxi drivers nearly got a slap from the wife! although if the wife had to wait much longer she would have been sunk, Big G turned up as everybody was leaving I couldn't possibly say what he said as he climbed out of his lift but the highlight was him saying goodnight through the mass of people (you may take the boy out of Consett but you can't take Consett out of the boy we were all taught good manners when I was a lad) we waved goodbye to friends Romans and countrymen and headed back to Gimpsville with an annoying driver who wished to tell us about his exploits in Amsterdam (erm feck off) we got through the pea soup of Fog and were in bed within minutes of coming through the front door (although I was tempted to blog while it was all fresh in my mind) this morning morning I awoke at seven so in reality that was six and no bloody pooch patrol hahahaha what the hell!
The night lifted my spirits some people said some nice things some people said some sexist things and some people didn't really say a lot I feel as though there has been a bloody great weight lifted from my shoulders and as I prepare to knuckle down and crack on with the new book which is about half way done my mood is heading to a happy place (for a change), but can all the people who read the thing on blurb buy the bloody thing as your really only getting a smattering of it, I get no profit from it other than I have given somebody some (hopefully) pleasure in a none sexual way, its set at the lowest price possible so go on buy one or two or three because there is three to choose from very nearly four if you include the Las Vegas one which I hope to have finished for Friday. I know I can be the shy wallflower type and last night I wasn't the best company but I had a cracking time and thanks to some wonderful people I'm ready to write up a storm so until the next time Toodles!
Friday 23 March 2012
Bottom of the barrel blues
I have loads to write and to be honest I think I would rather gnaw my own foot off, I'm not in a good place at the moment a seemingly downward spiral which hopefully with the new dawn will disappear like the early morning mist, too much crap nothing seemingly has gone right but the hope of good people and good company hopefully should produce the right results. The wife has tried her best but she knows me to well she knows I have to come out of my funk all by myself so she is doing the right thing (cliché) and I have to thank her for finally knowing when to take a step back and just let me be a fecking grump!
Work has basically taken my legs from under me and at this moment in time I could gladly walk away without looking back, for all the wrong reasons, the week started busy (no surprise there then) me slogging away trying to make sure that I do indeed intend to finish on time and on schedule, missing 15 weeks of work without anybody covering for me, made me very poor company (for everybody) because I was so obsessed (me with my reputation)to complete and to do the best job that I could! on Tuesday the general manager asked (as he always did) how I was doing was there anything he could do to lighten the load and basically made me feel very good about myself (he was very good like that) my shift ended and I went home.I went to work the next day and I have to admit the day felt off, you know when you have that feeling, but you simply can't put your finger on it I just got on with it and headed back to the office for my first meeting only to find a stranger at the reception struggling in a good way to assist people, I could see she was struggling so I offered her a hand as she was meant to be there simply to watch people for their NVQ's but everybody had been pulled into a meeting, so we manned the pumps and dealt with what we needed to do. At this point people start coming from the meeting and everybody and I mean everybody is in bits, this is not good I see the operations manager and can see how distraught he is I have a very bad feeling about this, I was asked to wait in the boardroom and nobody is telling me anything, to be honest I don't think anybody could, I'm then told the general manager had died the night previously (50 years old and as fit as anybody I know) I stormed off in a right strop "was I all right"? actually no I fucking wasn't (and if I'm honest I'm still not now) I have to admit I was gutted totally and I was actually close to tears I'm usually a strong person and can deal with this kind of thing but this was different, this man (if you live in the north east you will know who he was he was in all the local press no names no pack drill) was to be honest inspirational! how many people can say this about their boss I bet not many and this is a genuine sentiment this isn't crawly arse lick time this guy actually helped me so much in the last two years, he went out of his way to see that people were OK, he wasn't there to baby sit anybody, but he knew how to manage and get the best out of everybody he said hello to everybody he said hello to me everyday at work if he missed me when he came in he made sure he said hello before I left, simple common courtesy a rare skill he gave me so much advice, in an adult way not condescending in any way just a gentle push in the right direction and at this point I have to stop because their are emotions there that I have no idea where they are from he was a friend just as much as anything else!
The day continued in a blur and I basically fucked everybody off I didn't care who they were I actually went off to my little workshop and kicked 7 shades of shit out of my work bench that's how upset I was, the only way I could actually deal with it, I went home and I intended to get very drunk but my grandson was there with his little cheeky smile was and he was happy to see me so I have to admit I did something I don't normally do I spent time with him (I'm not great with kids hahaha go figure me with my reputation) and I think the cheeky little chap saved me from myself that night, work the next day was a blur (the world keeps turning boys and girls) and I did my best to help where I could but I kept myself as busy as I could heads down type of thing, people were still raw and I wanted to do everything I could to help (in my limited male way) I have to admit I was a tad spiky with people who where being dumb ass to the point of being nearly a redneck!
Today I slept in (again) I got to work and knew I had a massive day but things were to conspire against me and my blood was about to turn to vinegar, I have been having pay related issues with my company (I want more and they don't want to give me anymore) and after dealing with an inspirational general manager to dealing with faceless people who don't know me or what I bring to the table well at this point I'm not in a good place if I was single with no debts so to speak I would be off like a hobo down the road and the world could go and fuck itself big stylee! I even brought work home to complete for Monday and to be honest I'm not doing it I'm done that part of my life is over, I intend to work the hours I'm paid and not a minute more, I have a very expensive course to go and complete in June (go try and claim the £3000 back seeing as how you have paid for it hahaha) you should have seen my area managers face when I told him he doesn't pay me enough to be away from my wife and kids!
And so in an attempt to save my sanity I tried (several times) to write something in a sensible form this is as good as it's going to get if your not happy with F.O.A.D tell somebody who cares! tomorrow is another new day and I intend to keep my head down and apologise profusely to the wife for being such a pain in the arse, and once I have finished whatever task she requires I intend to write up a storm I have a book (or ten) to finish and I believe any good doctor will recommend it as a good therapy and boy do I need Therapy!
So until the next one play nice (if you want to) but enjoy each day as though it's your last because nobody knows what the answer to the big question is! if you see me and I'm a misery that's who I am, if the wife can put up with it I'm sure you lot can for a couple of hours Toodles!
Work has basically taken my legs from under me and at this moment in time I could gladly walk away without looking back, for all the wrong reasons, the week started busy (no surprise there then) me slogging away trying to make sure that I do indeed intend to finish on time and on schedule, missing 15 weeks of work without anybody covering for me, made me very poor company (for everybody) because I was so obsessed (me with my reputation)to complete and to do the best job that I could! on Tuesday the general manager asked (as he always did) how I was doing was there anything he could do to lighten the load and basically made me feel very good about myself (he was very good like that) my shift ended and I went home.I went to work the next day and I have to admit the day felt off, you know when you have that feeling, but you simply can't put your finger on it I just got on with it and headed back to the office for my first meeting only to find a stranger at the reception struggling in a good way to assist people, I could see she was struggling so I offered her a hand as she was meant to be there simply to watch people for their NVQ's but everybody had been pulled into a meeting, so we manned the pumps and dealt with what we needed to do. At this point people start coming from the meeting and everybody and I mean everybody is in bits, this is not good I see the operations manager and can see how distraught he is I have a very bad feeling about this, I was asked to wait in the boardroom and nobody is telling me anything, to be honest I don't think anybody could, I'm then told the general manager had died the night previously (50 years old and as fit as anybody I know) I stormed off in a right strop "was I all right"? actually no I fucking wasn't (and if I'm honest I'm still not now) I have to admit I was gutted totally and I was actually close to tears I'm usually a strong person and can deal with this kind of thing but this was different, this man (if you live in the north east you will know who he was he was in all the local press no names no pack drill) was to be honest inspirational! how many people can say this about their boss I bet not many and this is a genuine sentiment this isn't crawly arse lick time this guy actually helped me so much in the last two years, he went out of his way to see that people were OK, he wasn't there to baby sit anybody, but he knew how to manage and get the best out of everybody he said hello to everybody he said hello to me everyday at work if he missed me when he came in he made sure he said hello before I left, simple common courtesy a rare skill he gave me so much advice, in an adult way not condescending in any way just a gentle push in the right direction and at this point I have to stop because their are emotions there that I have no idea where they are from he was a friend just as much as anything else!
The day continued in a blur and I basically fucked everybody off I didn't care who they were I actually went off to my little workshop and kicked 7 shades of shit out of my work bench that's how upset I was, the only way I could actually deal with it, I went home and I intended to get very drunk but my grandson was there with his little cheeky smile was and he was happy to see me so I have to admit I did something I don't normally do I spent time with him (I'm not great with kids hahaha go figure me with my reputation) and I think the cheeky little chap saved me from myself that night, work the next day was a blur (the world keeps turning boys and girls) and I did my best to help where I could but I kept myself as busy as I could heads down type of thing, people were still raw and I wanted to do everything I could to help (in my limited male way) I have to admit I was a tad spiky with people who where being dumb ass to the point of being nearly a redneck!
Today I slept in (again) I got to work and knew I had a massive day but things were to conspire against me and my blood was about to turn to vinegar, I have been having pay related issues with my company (I want more and they don't want to give me anymore) and after dealing with an inspirational general manager to dealing with faceless people who don't know me or what I bring to the table well at this point I'm not in a good place if I was single with no debts so to speak I would be off like a hobo down the road and the world could go and fuck itself big stylee! I even brought work home to complete for Monday and to be honest I'm not doing it I'm done that part of my life is over, I intend to work the hours I'm paid and not a minute more, I have a very expensive course to go and complete in June (go try and claim the £3000 back seeing as how you have paid for it hahaha) you should have seen my area managers face when I told him he doesn't pay me enough to be away from my wife and kids!
And so in an attempt to save my sanity I tried (several times) to write something in a sensible form this is as good as it's going to get if your not happy with F.O.A.D tell somebody who cares! tomorrow is another new day and I intend to keep my head down and apologise profusely to the wife for being such a pain in the arse, and once I have finished whatever task she requires I intend to write up a storm I have a book (or ten) to finish and I believe any good doctor will recommend it as a good therapy and boy do I need Therapy!
So until the next one play nice (if you want to) but enjoy each day as though it's your last because nobody knows what the answer to the big question is! if you see me and I'm a misery that's who I am, if the wife can put up with it I'm sure you lot can for a couple of hours Toodles!
Monday 19 March 2012
Miserable
Ah well here we go yes we did the mother of all road trips and yes I was ill, as sick as a dog and thankfully the tee hee club's motto is never leave a man behind and thankfully they didn't
the little black book was out and yes I did take notes and I now just have to sit and try and decipher it, was it good? yes! did I enjoy it? yes! did I feel as though I spoilt for everybody? hell yeah, I do believe they should have took me out in the desert and shot me like the dog I was!
I was tempted to blog while I was a way but other than writing notes i was just tempted to sleep, sleep, sleep go figure we got back late Friday and we slept most of the weekend away and with being back at work today i needed my sleep well guess what I didn't get enough I slept in yet again this morning and struggled through the day with only 419 emails mostly legal shite that had to be read but I managed I did all of my inspections and assisted two units who in reality I should have told to jog on.
I was also told that I have £3000 to spend on myself unfortunately it has to spent on training (I don't want to do any more courses) so I now have to start trawling the net for work related courses as close to home as possible because again I fecking hate travelling away from home, I was told (by a numpty) that I could get more letters after my name (the only ones I want are RET...retired) And to compound my misery another road trip is being organised and no matter how good I am and how hard I work it's just not going to happen I have officially ran out of organs and need to clear some of this debt that's around my neck .....I'm not complaining I did the crime and I will do the time but I want to do something special for our 50th with no worries about spending so I need to be hard nosed and say no! I have to admit that when the next road trip goes ahead I will sulk for the entire time that everybody is away .....don't say you haven't been warned!
the little black book was out and yes I did take notes and I now just have to sit and try and decipher it, was it good? yes! did I enjoy it? yes! did I feel as though I spoilt for everybody? hell yeah, I do believe they should have took me out in the desert and shot me like the dog I was!
I was tempted to blog while I was a way but other than writing notes i was just tempted to sleep, sleep, sleep go figure we got back late Friday and we slept most of the weekend away and with being back at work today i needed my sleep well guess what I didn't get enough I slept in yet again this morning and struggled through the day with only 419 emails mostly legal shite that had to be read but I managed I did all of my inspections and assisted two units who in reality I should have told to jog on.
I was also told that I have £3000 to spend on myself unfortunately it has to spent on training (I don't want to do any more courses) so I now have to start trawling the net for work related courses as close to home as possible because again I fecking hate travelling away from home, I was told (by a numpty) that I could get more letters after my name (the only ones I want are RET...retired) And to compound my misery another road trip is being organised and no matter how good I am and how hard I work it's just not going to happen I have officially ran out of organs and need to clear some of this debt that's around my neck .....I'm not complaining I did the crime and I will do the time but I want to do something special for our 50th with no worries about spending so I need to be hard nosed and say no! I have to admit that when the next road trip goes ahead I will sulk for the entire time that everybody is away .....don't say you haven't been warned!
Saturday 3 March 2012
Bad Reputation (on the Serengeti)
So at the fifth attempt this is it I should never really try and blog when all I have done this afternoon is write for a "special" project and I don't want to muddy the waters for that so here goes please keep all limbs inside the car at all times!!!!
My mood wasn't too good when I got up and the whole day transpired against us but we knuckled down and got on with it we had a meeting on the plains of the Serengeti with a gazelle! which we had no intention of missing, the weather perked up on the way down and so did we and a jolly time was had by all but with my tired mind I forgot all the little nuggets that were mined at the time so please forgive me but at least I didn't turn into Ted Nugent and whip out a bow and arrow!
Trying to get our holiday money was a bloody night mare and we were made to feel as if we were drug lords from the highlands of Patagonia but we did indeed finally manage to get the three trillion dollars that's required for a cup of coffee at the airport (I'm sure that the wife won't want to spend anything else) we got home and while the wife headed off I knuckled down to my "special" project and no its not porn related! but with my memory the way it is and old age beating me to death or was it tiredness or even early onset alzheimers I soon needed to relax which I did (with 5 episodes of Lovejoy again no that's not gay porn) the wife came back and we ate some (more) food and then I decided to check Facebook and I was soon chatting to Brian Tichy from Whitesnake (god what a name dropper) who has organised free tickets for all of us for his show in Vegas which has got me really got me in the mood (as if I wasn't before) mind I was also abused because somebody thought that I had been house trained (the cheek, me with my reputation).
I have no intention of attempting this a sixth time so like or lump it this all your going to get for now but hopefully I will do one late on Tuesday night that's if the Kraken isn't here and doesn't whinge the fact that I'm actually typing away on the laptop so play nice I really don't care about the derby tomorrow it is after all only a game and I'm sure everybody will behave enjoy it, don't preach hate and until the next time Toodles!
My mood wasn't too good when I got up and the whole day transpired against us but we knuckled down and got on with it we had a meeting on the plains of the Serengeti with a gazelle! which we had no intention of missing, the weather perked up on the way down and so did we and a jolly time was had by all but with my tired mind I forgot all the little nuggets that were mined at the time so please forgive me but at least I didn't turn into Ted Nugent and whip out a bow and arrow!
Trying to get our holiday money was a bloody night mare and we were made to feel as if we were drug lords from the highlands of Patagonia but we did indeed finally manage to get the three trillion dollars that's required for a cup of coffee at the airport (I'm sure that the wife won't want to spend anything else) we got home and while the wife headed off I knuckled down to my "special" project and no its not porn related! but with my memory the way it is and old age beating me to death or was it tiredness or even early onset alzheimers I soon needed to relax which I did (with 5 episodes of Lovejoy again no that's not gay porn) the wife came back and we ate some (more) food and then I decided to check Facebook and I was soon chatting to Brian Tichy from Whitesnake (god what a name dropper) who has organised free tickets for all of us for his show in Vegas which has got me really got me in the mood (as if I wasn't before) mind I was also abused because somebody thought that I had been house trained (the cheek, me with my reputation).
I have no intention of attempting this a sixth time so like or lump it this all your going to get for now but hopefully I will do one late on Tuesday night that's if the Kraken isn't here and doesn't whinge the fact that I'm actually typing away on the laptop so play nice I really don't care about the derby tomorrow it is after all only a game and I'm sure everybody will behave enjoy it, don't preach hate and until the next time Toodles!
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