The last 3 games I have refereed have drawn 8 red cards and 9 yellow cards which shows my refereeing career has been very interesting in recent times. I haven't spoken a lot about my refereeing in this blog, so now I'll tell you a bit about it. If you're not interested, go away. Give yourself a red card and skidaddle!
Anyway, I qualified as a referee in December 2005 and, as I have mentioned a few times before, it was the best thing I ever did. Aswell as making me more patient, successful under pressure and has provided me with tests of character that people can only dream of, (not that people dream about tests of character..), the qualification really has done more good for than bad. I have had good times, bad times, funny times and times which have just been plain stupid - refereeing is the bomb.
I have enjoyed my experiences vastly since registering with the Bedfordshire Football Association at the beginning of 2006. I have been given 3 county cup finals in 3 years, (including this year) and they have all been fantastic days out. I have really enjoyed them all. I have a few people to thank aswell. So I will. Most of these won't even look twice at this blog though.. Some of similarly-aged colleagues, Dassy, Sam, Nathan, Mark, Brian (not similarly aged he won't mind me saying!) and Slim to name a few have been great to work with and have provided me with opportunities themselves. One man stands out from the crowd though. Mr Chris Checketts. One of the best Referee Development Officers the world has ever seen, (there may only be about 20 of them mind you...) The amount of effort this guy puts in to refereeing for us is immense, and it usually goes without recognition. I don't agree with some of his philosophies and we've had our disagreements in the past, but overall, he is a superb help and has helped me develop as a referee no end, aswell as countless other referees. He is considered a legend in Bedfordshire refereeing and rightly so. I hope he sticks around...
Becoming a "Bastard in the Black" has also helped me gain a new perspective as a player of the game aswell. I will never tire of playing the beautiful game and I am not afraid to admit I used to be one of the mouthy little gits I hate now, before I became a referee. Since I now know what it's like to be on the receiving end of that - you won't ever see me question a referee's decision whilst in goal for Mowsbury Ath. The referee has a hard enough job. I hope everyone playing the game will learn that lesson, but unfortunately it won't happen.
My worst experience as a referee came roughly a year into my career. I was 15 years old and I had been placed on an Under-17 appointment at Mowsbury Park. I had not had any bad experiences as a referee so when this was done, I was shocked and not afraid to say, in tears. There is no other way I can put it other than - I was slaughtered. I nearly abandoned the match and it was only one of 2 matches in my life I have properly lost control of. At the end I walked off without my match fee. I just wanted to get out of there. Experiences like that will always make you stronger and my Dad persuaded me to carry on and stick with it. Things will get better. I will become better. I did. Thanks Dad. The other one was a year later and I was refereeing Luton Town Under-18s vs Brentford. I had just refereed the Under-16s before and I seem to remember it was a very fast paced game, so I was very tired. The shortage of referees was really hitting home at this point so I had no choice but to do consecutive games. To say this match was fiesty would be putting it very lightly and seeing I was physically and mentally drained, I was in no shape to control it. I gave in halfway through and handed the whistle over to the Luton coach. "I can't do it anymore." I walked off, again with tears in my eyes. It hurt.
I'm glad to say I carried on though. The last couple of weeks I have had a few incidents where in the past I would have no hope of controlling, but now, with experience under my belt, I stay calm and deal with it efficiently. Then dish out the reds - which just is the best part of refereeing. My main weapon. The red card. Lovely! To give a red card makes you feel powerful and shows you are not afraid to make big decisions. Of course, I have made my mistakes in the past and a couple of times when you give a decision, especially if its a big one, then realise straight away your are wrong, but you've got to back it up anyway.. Boy, that's tough. I'd like to see you try it.
This season though, maybe disregarding the last few weeks, I have felt like I can't develop anymore without quitting playing. I've got to a stage now where I feel I have to choose one or the other. Play or referee? It's a tough choice. I want to get promoted but you can't do that unless you officiate in 20 adult games. And seeing as I play in the adult leagues, I can't. Saying that, the deadline for applying for promotion is this coming Monday. 2 days.. I will probably wait another season and see.
So, nearly 4 and a half years has seen its highs and seen its lows but one thing is for sure. It's all been a rollercoaster ride!
Cya x
Sunday 28 February 2010
Saturday 27 February 2010
Patience With Mayfair
The last few days, I have been addicted to all forms of the popular board game we all used to love wasting our Christmas' away with the family every year, as a new version came out every week. Yep, its Monopoly time!
I've found the online version, (Monopoly : World Edition) and also have played the original, (still the best) and I even urged the The Simpsons Monopoly to make an appearance earlier, all for the sake of keeping entertained. Earlier, I had hotels on Park Lane and Mayfair and they just weren't being landed on. "You need a 7 or a 9.." ... 10! Go! So annoying. I don't see why it should matter so much, but I wanted to win that game. I did, eventually. £2,000 paying rent on one of London's most expensive streets will always wipe out your opponents. Any tip for any aspiring Monopoly player.. Get the cheap ones, (brown and light blue), and watch as your opponent lands on them every time! It's great!
Yes, ladies and gentleman, I have gone mad. I'm very glad you noticed. Thing is, with no social life at the moment, (saving for Manchester people!) and no job (still...), I have to find new and inventive ways of keeping entertained during the long and lonely days. Ok, Monopoly isn't top of most people's list and probably rightly so, but if you're desperate, you're bloody well desperate! I've come up with a few more ideas to keep me entertained over the next few days. Watch every single series of Shameless, Skins and Red Dwarf which should keep me going for 6 years and 10 months and if I don't have a job by then - I will commit suicide.....what?
I clicked 'Return' there, and it posted the blog half-baked. There is still a little more to go don't worry.
Jobs. Polish people come and nick them and then even experienced Brits can't get one so what the hell am I supposed to do? If someone said, would you have a triple heart bypass surgery with just local anaesthetic and I give you a £13k p/a job in return, I would say yes. That is how much I need and want a job. I cannot live for much longer sitting here, doing nothing. I'll end up playing Cluedo online next. Monopoly is one thing but when you're trying to predict that Mrs.Peacock did it in the Study with the Revolver only to find out was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with a simple piece of rope... boy... You're doomed. I won't dip THAT low don't worry.. And don't even get me started on Scrabble..
Anyway, I have noticed it's the weekend. The time of the week employed people live for. The time of the week Unemployed people wake up and think, "Hey?" Weekends are a bit different for me though. I'm refereeing tomorrow. 11am kick off, (it's currently 2am), ok.. I'm refereeing TODAY and i've got my usual football sunday to look forward to. Let's hope it's less eventful than last weeks! Or maybe not! I dread Monday morning.. For once I would love to get up at 7.30am on Monday morning and go to work... Yeah.. exactly!
There's not a a lot of point just moaning on here though. It won't help me get work although it will help me release my frustrations in a logical, thought-provoking and non-destructive manner..
Oh hello, I just landed on Bond Street which had a hotel on it. Game over.
Ciao x
I've found the online version, (Monopoly : World Edition) and also have played the original, (still the best) and I even urged the The Simpsons Monopoly to make an appearance earlier, all for the sake of keeping entertained. Earlier, I had hotels on Park Lane and Mayfair and they just weren't being landed on. "You need a 7 or a 9.." ... 10! Go! So annoying. I don't see why it should matter so much, but I wanted to win that game. I did, eventually. £2,000 paying rent on one of London's most expensive streets will always wipe out your opponents. Any tip for any aspiring Monopoly player.. Get the cheap ones, (brown and light blue), and watch as your opponent lands on them every time! It's great!
Yes, ladies and gentleman, I have gone mad. I'm very glad you noticed. Thing is, with no social life at the moment, (saving for Manchester people!) and no job (still...), I have to find new and inventive ways of keeping entertained during the long and lonely days. Ok, Monopoly isn't top of most people's list and probably rightly so, but if you're desperate, you're bloody well desperate! I've come up with a few more ideas to keep me entertained over the next few days. Watch every single series of Shameless, Skins and Red Dwarf which should keep me going for 6 years and 10 months and if I don't have a job by then - I will commit suicide.....what?
I clicked 'Return' there, and it posted the blog half-baked. There is still a little more to go don't worry.
Jobs. Polish people come and nick them and then even experienced Brits can't get one so what the hell am I supposed to do? If someone said, would you have a triple heart bypass surgery with just local anaesthetic and I give you a £13k p/a job in return, I would say yes. That is how much I need and want a job. I cannot live for much longer sitting here, doing nothing. I'll end up playing Cluedo online next. Monopoly is one thing but when you're trying to predict that Mrs.Peacock did it in the Study with the Revolver only to find out was Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with a simple piece of rope... boy... You're doomed. I won't dip THAT low don't worry.. And don't even get me started on Scrabble..
Anyway, I have noticed it's the weekend. The time of the week employed people live for. The time of the week Unemployed people wake up and think, "Hey?" Weekends are a bit different for me though. I'm refereeing tomorrow. 11am kick off, (it's currently 2am), ok.. I'm refereeing TODAY and i've got my usual football sunday to look forward to. Let's hope it's less eventful than last weeks! Or maybe not! I dread Monday morning.. For once I would love to get up at 7.30am on Monday morning and go to work... Yeah.. exactly!
There's not a a lot of point just moaning on here though. It won't help me get work although it will help me release my frustrations in a logical, thought-provoking and non-destructive manner..
Oh hello, I just landed on Bond Street which had a hotel on it. Game over.
Ciao x
Friday 26 February 2010
Simple
Its empty in the valley of your heart. The sun it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and faults you've left behind. Mumford and Sons have helped me recently. Music has generally.
Music is a way of escaping, filling your brain with rhythm, melody and thoughtful lyrics. Songs with meaning and a message behind them help me to concentrate on what I need to do with myself. Silence is anything but golden in my life. Silence triggers the thoughts deep down and this is not where I need to go. I refuse to go back there. I won't.
I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck. Another lyric, another meaning. It's not meant to sound cynical or suicidal, I am far from that feeling at this moment in time although I have been close in the past. At my lowest, I was beneath rock bottom. Things have improved, but things will never be perfect. It's impossible to feel perfect. There is always a problem. Some have more problems than others and people have different ways of dealing with them. Some let their hair down by getting drunk consistently. This is good sometimes, but too much and I fear I could go down the alcoholic route. Some, like me, choose to bottle it up. It's going to explode at some point in the future and I hope this won't hurt so many people as it did last time. Why don't I just talk about it? I fear of people's reactions. Back to Square 1. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect £200. I could do with that £200 now mind you! It's just how my mind works.
"If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn't" - it's not copyrighted CW!
So many quotes resemble me at the moment. So many I can't start writing them down. I've lumbered back into my old habits of a month ago, going to bed at stupid times. Current time - 02:28. I don't want to go to sleep. If I do, silence rears it's ugly head, and I start thinking. I've cried myself to sleep for no tangible reason, but maybe I'm crying because I know where I've let myself go. I'm going nowhere and I can't accept it for long periods of time. I know it now. But come tomorrow I will start living the lie again and think everything is fine, when it just isn't. My parents have given up on me and rightly so. There is only one person who can change me. And that is me. Then why don't I just do it? Why can't I just do it...? I feel like talking at the moment, but would the parents appreciate being awoken and half past two A.M to hear their son open up? Father's got work in the morning. I don't think they'd be that bothered. 2.30pm? Probably. But by that time, my shell will have closed like a tortoise's in cold weather..
What do I do with myself? How can I direct myself to where I want to be? What do I do with myself? How can I direct myself to where I want to be? Why am I crying...?
You must understand, that I am too cowardly to talk to you face to face. If I wasn't writing this, and writing this honestly, I would have been long gone. This blog has helped me open up to some people and release the pressure that was once so exhausting and tiresome. You must understand how I've got to this place I am in now. I don't expect you to though. Only people who have been through what I have, will understand part of what I am feeling. It all sounds very depressing and I promise I won't do anything stupid. DTN doesn't work. Theyre just pointless letters. Waste of fucking time. My brain is too complicated to straighten out. What do I do with myself?
I know full well, you're reading these words saying to yourself that all this isn't happening. Can't be happening. How can someone be that upset? If I knew that answer, I'd be as happy as you. Day to day, I ignore the troubles and get on with things, but by night, like an owl, I come out and think about things, knowing that no one will come in to my small bedroom at the back of the house and trouble me. I can think freely, with music in my ears and reflect on what a fuck up I've been. Anyone who says I'm not, is wrong. I've gone too far now and I must fix it. But I know I won't. When I wake up, I'll forget I ever wrote this and live life the same. I don't know why, I don't know how, I just will. It's that hard to explain. I could simply write on forever and try my best to describe what my brain thinks. But you still wouldn't understand.
I know why that last paragraph sounded bad. My playlist had finished, and there were silence in my ears.
x
Music is a way of escaping, filling your brain with rhythm, melody and thoughtful lyrics. Songs with meaning and a message behind them help me to concentrate on what I need to do with myself. Silence is anything but golden in my life. Silence triggers the thoughts deep down and this is not where I need to go. I refuse to go back there. I won't.
I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck. Another lyric, another meaning. It's not meant to sound cynical or suicidal, I am far from that feeling at this moment in time although I have been close in the past. At my lowest, I was beneath rock bottom. Things have improved, but things will never be perfect. It's impossible to feel perfect. There is always a problem. Some have more problems than others and people have different ways of dealing with them. Some let their hair down by getting drunk consistently. This is good sometimes, but too much and I fear I could go down the alcoholic route. Some, like me, choose to bottle it up. It's going to explode at some point in the future and I hope this won't hurt so many people as it did last time. Why don't I just talk about it? I fear of people's reactions. Back to Square 1. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect £200. I could do with that £200 now mind you! It's just how my mind works.
"If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn't" - it's not copyrighted CW!
So many quotes resemble me at the moment. So many I can't start writing them down. I've lumbered back into my old habits of a month ago, going to bed at stupid times. Current time - 02:28. I don't want to go to sleep. If I do, silence rears it's ugly head, and I start thinking. I've cried myself to sleep for no tangible reason, but maybe I'm crying because I know where I've let myself go. I'm going nowhere and I can't accept it for long periods of time. I know it now. But come tomorrow I will start living the lie again and think everything is fine, when it just isn't. My parents have given up on me and rightly so. There is only one person who can change me. And that is me. Then why don't I just do it? Why can't I just do it...? I feel like talking at the moment, but would the parents appreciate being awoken and half past two A.M to hear their son open up? Father's got work in the morning. I don't think they'd be that bothered. 2.30pm? Probably. But by that time, my shell will have closed like a tortoise's in cold weather..
What do I do with myself? How can I direct myself to where I want to be? What do I do with myself? How can I direct myself to where I want to be? Why am I crying...?
You must understand, that I am too cowardly to talk to you face to face. If I wasn't writing this, and writing this honestly, I would have been long gone. This blog has helped me open up to some people and release the pressure that was once so exhausting and tiresome. You must understand how I've got to this place I am in now. I don't expect you to though. Only people who have been through what I have, will understand part of what I am feeling. It all sounds very depressing and I promise I won't do anything stupid. DTN doesn't work. Theyre just pointless letters. Waste of fucking time. My brain is too complicated to straighten out. What do I do with myself?
I know full well, you're reading these words saying to yourself that all this isn't happening. Can't be happening. How can someone be that upset? If I knew that answer, I'd be as happy as you. Day to day, I ignore the troubles and get on with things, but by night, like an owl, I come out and think about things, knowing that no one will come in to my small bedroom at the back of the house and trouble me. I can think freely, with music in my ears and reflect on what a fuck up I've been. Anyone who says I'm not, is wrong. I've gone too far now and I must fix it. But I know I won't. When I wake up, I'll forget I ever wrote this and live life the same. I don't know why, I don't know how, I just will. It's that hard to explain. I could simply write on forever and try my best to describe what my brain thinks. But you still wouldn't understand.
I know why that last paragraph sounded bad. My playlist had finished, and there were silence in my ears.
x
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Realisation
Today it dawned on me that I am in trouble. If I don't get this job that I'm STILL waiting to hear a reply from, I am ruined. I am not getting a job in Bedford as there simply isn't any and with no car I can't go any further a field and with no money I can't afford to buy insurance for the car that could get me that elusive job in the first place... Life is a vicious circle.
I'm starting to get agitated, angry, annoyed, bored, incredulous, irritable, lonely and stupid whilst being couped up at home with nothing to do. Yes, I am that bored that I put that list in alphabetical order. I don't even have a car to zoom about in when I'm bored which used to be a great hobby of mine. It gave me time to escape being bored which leads to me thinking too much about things, which in turn gets me incredibly down. The last week or 3 I've been fighting so very very hard to stop thinking about things so much, because I know exactly what it will come to. I can't keep bottling it up though. The last time I did that, the consequences when I exploded were awful and I promised myself I wouldn't go there again. It hurt too many people. What do I do? Help me out here people..
Today has been as boring as any other to tell the truth. With no car, no money and all my friends at work and rightly so, I had literally nothing to do. Ok, I could of walked to town to get a pointless 10-second response from every recruitment agency but there was no point in that. I looked on the internet for things, but there was nothing local that I could realistically reach so that was pointless aswell. I'm starting to think that on the 23rd February 2011, I may well be in the same situation as I am now.. and honestly, with things as they are at the moment, that isn't impossible.. Come on Mitten, don't think like that. What did you tell yourself! DTN! DTN! DTN! Apologies for the self-motivation episode, but I find it helps.. somehow.
I have nothing viable and interesting happening to me all week, or all month for that matter, that isn't football-related anyway. Every week, I will be involved around football, even if I am bankrupt. Just now, I have got back from a brutal hour of 5-a-side football. We narrowly lost. But it gave me something to do. For those of you who are wondering, my refereeing wages are going straight in the savings for the trip to Manchester, which is the only event in the future I look forward to. There is nothing else. I must keep disciplined on that front or else I won't be going. That would mean a "bad times" facebook status and that is the bottom line of nothingness. Besides, it's something to work for and I'm still on the hunt for as many games as possible to get me as much money as possible for the trip. It gives me something to work for at least.
Someone came up with an interesting path to follow earlier. As I have told you in a bloggle before, I investigated the path to becoming a police officer. Then, after this mega brainwave, I was shot down by some website that said they were "not recruiting till late 2010". I'm not waiting that long. Anyway, this friend of mine, suggested volunteering work. Become a Special Constable. Now, as well as giving me something to work for and something to do with my days, becoming a Special Constable would look exceptional on most CVs which would up my likelyhood of getting work... On the other hand, it is voluntary and my bank balance would still remain at a very solid zero pounds and zero pence.. (or something minimal like 37p..) I will have a think about that, but I would appreciate your opinions and thoughts on this as it may turn out to be a big decision. Tell me what you think.
I'm not depressed. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am becoming more and more normal despite the hardships of recent times. I don't think it's something I've fully recovered from. I still have stages of feeling down but they haven't been nearly as bad as they have been in the past. Positive. I am waiting for it to come back though. Something will trigger the depressing side to me and I get the feeling this trigger is just around the corner.. One thing for sure is I can't keep bottling up the pressure. Maybe that's where all the depression is going? Into this bottle that will explode at some point in a huge array of anger and disappointment. No! Don't think like that! D - T - N! Come on Mitten! You can do it! Determination is needed. For once, I need to be determined to overcome this. Not just for me, but the people around me also. I can do it. I can.
You know what I'm going to do tomorrow? I'm going to walk to town. That's right. Walk. I will walk into that recruitment agency that do nothing and I will shout at them and maybe give them an angrily written letter. Their communication is shocking. Why should I have to keep chasing them to see if that company has replied? It's their job to chase me! Lazy morons not appreciating the jobs they've got. I'm angry. But DTN nevertheless..
Right.. I'm going to chill out for a bit. Listen to a bit of Sting and Phil Collins, maybe make myself a ham and cheese sandwich, grab myself a glass of orange juice and relax. Relax and DTN.
Bye x
I'm starting to get agitated, angry, annoyed, bored, incredulous, irritable, lonely and stupid whilst being couped up at home with nothing to do. Yes, I am that bored that I put that list in alphabetical order. I don't even have a car to zoom about in when I'm bored which used to be a great hobby of mine. It gave me time to escape being bored which leads to me thinking too much about things, which in turn gets me incredibly down. The last week or 3 I've been fighting so very very hard to stop thinking about things so much, because I know exactly what it will come to. I can't keep bottling it up though. The last time I did that, the consequences when I exploded were awful and I promised myself I wouldn't go there again. It hurt too many people. What do I do? Help me out here people..
Today has been as boring as any other to tell the truth. With no car, no money and all my friends at work and rightly so, I had literally nothing to do. Ok, I could of walked to town to get a pointless 10-second response from every recruitment agency but there was no point in that. I looked on the internet for things, but there was nothing local that I could realistically reach so that was pointless aswell. I'm starting to think that on the 23rd February 2011, I may well be in the same situation as I am now.. and honestly, with things as they are at the moment, that isn't impossible.. Come on Mitten, don't think like that. What did you tell yourself! DTN! DTN! DTN! Apologies for the self-motivation episode, but I find it helps.. somehow.
I have nothing viable and interesting happening to me all week, or all month for that matter, that isn't football-related anyway. Every week, I will be involved around football, even if I am bankrupt. Just now, I have got back from a brutal hour of 5-a-side football. We narrowly lost. But it gave me something to do. For those of you who are wondering, my refereeing wages are going straight in the savings for the trip to Manchester, which is the only event in the future I look forward to. There is nothing else. I must keep disciplined on that front or else I won't be going. That would mean a "bad times" facebook status and that is the bottom line of nothingness. Besides, it's something to work for and I'm still on the hunt for as many games as possible to get me as much money as possible for the trip. It gives me something to work for at least.
Someone came up with an interesting path to follow earlier. As I have told you in a bloggle before, I investigated the path to becoming a police officer. Then, after this mega brainwave, I was shot down by some website that said they were "not recruiting till late 2010". I'm not waiting that long. Anyway, this friend of mine, suggested volunteering work. Become a Special Constable. Now, as well as giving me something to work for and something to do with my days, becoming a Special Constable would look exceptional on most CVs which would up my likelyhood of getting work... On the other hand, it is voluntary and my bank balance would still remain at a very solid zero pounds and zero pence.. (or something minimal like 37p..) I will have a think about that, but I would appreciate your opinions and thoughts on this as it may turn out to be a big decision. Tell me what you think.
I'm not depressed. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I am becoming more and more normal despite the hardships of recent times. I don't think it's something I've fully recovered from. I still have stages of feeling down but they haven't been nearly as bad as they have been in the past. Positive. I am waiting for it to come back though. Something will trigger the depressing side to me and I get the feeling this trigger is just around the corner.. One thing for sure is I can't keep bottling up the pressure. Maybe that's where all the depression is going? Into this bottle that will explode at some point in a huge array of anger and disappointment. No! Don't think like that! D - T - N! Come on Mitten! You can do it! Determination is needed. For once, I need to be determined to overcome this. Not just for me, but the people around me also. I can do it. I can.
You know what I'm going to do tomorrow? I'm going to walk to town. That's right. Walk. I will walk into that recruitment agency that do nothing and I will shout at them and maybe give them an angrily written letter. Their communication is shocking. Why should I have to keep chasing them to see if that company has replied? It's their job to chase me! Lazy morons not appreciating the jobs they've got. I'm angry. But DTN nevertheless..
Right.. I'm going to chill out for a bit. Listen to a bit of Sting and Phil Collins, maybe make myself a ham and cheese sandwich, grab myself a glass of orange juice and relax. Relax and DTN.
Bye x
Monday 22 February 2010
Moody So and So's
Everyone seems to be in a bad mood today... maybe because it's a Monday and everyone has just gone back to school after the half-term week and it's cold, wet and very snowy like Narnia - but everyone just snaps very easily so I've had to tread carefully today. A challenge in anyone's books, but for someone who doesn't do "treading carefully", it was even more so.
When was my last blog? Saturday evening. Right. Sunday was a mixture of a day really and it the good and the bad happened in the opposite order to how I had imagined. We had a tough game in the morning. Caldecote. They were a good team so of course we walked out on the pitch with a swagger as if to say "this one's in the bag". I hate that attitude from this team. They think they're better than they are and this hit home when we went 3-0 down after 30 minutes. We bucked our ideas up but still lost 5-3. I was in a bad mood. Going out to referee Under-18s was never going to improve this and I really... really wasn't looking forward to it. However, it turned out to be quite fun, which is a rarity for me when refereeing. It's not as if I don't enjoy it, but this match was more a laugh and I definitely felt more relaxed on the pitch. This helped when a fight broke out and I ended up dishing out 3 red cards for Violent Conduct. It was a very good experience and I thought I dealt with it very well. Ruined what was generally a very well-mannered match however, and my original idea on "gobby 18-year olds" was way off the mark..
I spent most of that night either very tired and dazed or asleep itself. Monday morning came round, (or it may have been afternoon... :P), and I went downstairs. There, on the kitchen counter, were 4 letters addressed to me. What can anyone possibly want with me at the moment? One was from the recruitment agency. I was excited. Maybe a list of possible job opportunities? No. It was in fact a pay slip from that one day's work I did ages ago at the Autoglass call centre. Not very interesting. The second one as from NatWest about "How I can now change my account settings now I'm 18" ... boring! Third one was the Pin Number for a new account I set up for a cricket team... I will not disclose that information on the internet. For obvious reasons. My main interest however was being spent on the 4th envelope. Covered in stamps and a big stamp in the top right corner. "Seattle, USA". I think I know what this is.. You see, back before the days of SmartMove, I was in a similar situation to as I am now. Looking desperately for a job. I fell across a website. I did a few tasks for them such as promote surveys by sending 3 or 4 emails per day etc and they pay me for it. How much they pay me though I never found out, until today. £31.48. To be fair, I was expecting more. I can't complain though. That money goes to my latest trip to Manchester fund - I can't wait for that.
Today has also been interesting on 2 other counts. 1) Whilst in town I met up with a friend I wasn't expecting to be in Bedford. We went for lunch and he paid for it! What a nice chap! It was very nice aswell and I enjoyed my time with him. 2) Not so positive.. as you can tell from the title of this blog and the first paragraph, some people have been fairly moody today. I can't work out why and I hope it isn't something I've done, although I can't think of anything I have.. Like I said, probably the Mad Monday effect.
Anyway, tomorrow is another day and hopefully these people won't be suffering from Tricky Tuesday and have cheered up! Have a good couple of days people... I trust that you will.
Ciao x
When was my last blog? Saturday evening. Right. Sunday was a mixture of a day really and it the good and the bad happened in the opposite order to how I had imagined. We had a tough game in the morning. Caldecote. They were a good team so of course we walked out on the pitch with a swagger as if to say "this one's in the bag". I hate that attitude from this team. They think they're better than they are and this hit home when we went 3-0 down after 30 minutes. We bucked our ideas up but still lost 5-3. I was in a bad mood. Going out to referee Under-18s was never going to improve this and I really... really wasn't looking forward to it. However, it turned out to be quite fun, which is a rarity for me when refereeing. It's not as if I don't enjoy it, but this match was more a laugh and I definitely felt more relaxed on the pitch. This helped when a fight broke out and I ended up dishing out 3 red cards for Violent Conduct. It was a very good experience and I thought I dealt with it very well. Ruined what was generally a very well-mannered match however, and my original idea on "gobby 18-year olds" was way off the mark..
I spent most of that night either very tired and dazed or asleep itself. Monday morning came round, (or it may have been afternoon... :P), and I went downstairs. There, on the kitchen counter, were 4 letters addressed to me. What can anyone possibly want with me at the moment? One was from the recruitment agency. I was excited. Maybe a list of possible job opportunities? No. It was in fact a pay slip from that one day's work I did ages ago at the Autoglass call centre. Not very interesting. The second one as from NatWest about "How I can now change my account settings now I'm 18" ... boring! Third one was the Pin Number for a new account I set up for a cricket team... I will not disclose that information on the internet. For obvious reasons. My main interest however was being spent on the 4th envelope. Covered in stamps and a big stamp in the top right corner. "Seattle, USA". I think I know what this is.. You see, back before the days of SmartMove, I was in a similar situation to as I am now. Looking desperately for a job. I fell across a website. I did a few tasks for them such as promote surveys by sending 3 or 4 emails per day etc and they pay me for it. How much they pay me though I never found out, until today. £31.48. To be fair, I was expecting more. I can't complain though. That money goes to my latest trip to Manchester fund - I can't wait for that.
Today has also been interesting on 2 other counts. 1) Whilst in town I met up with a friend I wasn't expecting to be in Bedford. We went for lunch and he paid for it! What a nice chap! It was very nice aswell and I enjoyed my time with him. 2) Not so positive.. as you can tell from the title of this blog and the first paragraph, some people have been fairly moody today. I can't work out why and I hope it isn't something I've done, although I can't think of anything I have.. Like I said, probably the Mad Monday effect.
Anyway, tomorrow is another day and hopefully these people won't be suffering from Tricky Tuesday and have cheered up! Have a good couple of days people... I trust that you will.
Ciao x
Saturday 20 February 2010
Into Hibernation She Goes
The Mittenmobile is now lifeless. It has no insurance and seeing as it's highly illegal, driving it would create a large problem so now it is in the garage until I find enough money, (in other words, find a job), to pay for it again..
I'll miss the old thing. It may be falling apart at the seams and done a huge 74,000 miles, (exactly by the way as we drove round for nearly 3 hours this evening to get it to exactly 74k!), but it was the only thing in this life that I can say I own outright myself. The laptop I'm using at the moment may well mostly be used by me, but I didn't buy it, so technically it's not mine. To lose the only thing I possess is sad. It may only be an object but life will now be a lot harder without my trusty form of transport. Job-hunting will now be a lot harder as I will not be able to go that far afield, (probably not even outside Bedford), as the only form of transport I can use are my own two feet. I can't even afford a bus fare. Literally. I have a grand total of £0.46 in my name. I'm broke. Time has ran out.
This evening was fun though. I was always going to go out for a monster drive to give the good Mittenmobile a send off for the time being before I find work, but blaring out YMCA at top volume down one of the roughest roads in Bedford on a Saturday night takes guts. With the shell of the Mittenmobile surrounding us, I felt 100% safe. Almost... Now the car must waste away in the garage, with a minimal amount of petrol and exactly 74,000 miles on the clock until I can get lucky enough to find a job. Which, to be completely honest, seems 74,000 miles away..
If I can't find a job in the whole of Bedfordshire, Northampstonshire, Hertfordshire and straying into Cambidgeshire, how am I finding a job in the jobless town of Bedford? I get the feeling I'm going to be stranded at home with no money for a very long time and this will kill me. It will get me down and depressed, something I'm starting to feel I'm eventually getting over, and I am desperate for this not to happen. I would give anything for a decent amount of money right now. Simple as that. Even one of my kidneys ... or a lung.
I am determined to look on the bright side though. Refereeing will give me at least something to work with and seeing as I have no petrol to buy, this can go on my social life. Not nearly enough to buy car insurance due to the insurance companies stupid policy on boy-racing. How can a 1.1 engine cause an accident? It's about as fast as a milk float with Rik Waller driving. My life at the moment though is nothing. I'm a lost entity.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Football Sunday. Match in the morning followed by refereeing under-18s which will be crap as they are the gobbiest morons of the lot. I'm going to take the harsh attitude with them tomorrow I think. If they want to backchat to me, they're going to have to learn the hard way. Refereeing is the only thing in my life I can work on at the moment and my only form of income, so I need to take it seriously and do well in it and take as many games as possible. I've done 2 games in 3 days this week, (although I don't get the money for that till March). For once, I need to work hard and put in extra effort, not just on the refereeing front but also on the job-hunting. I'm not going to get anywhere by taking the same attitude I have done recently so I need to buck my ideas up and work hard to get what I want. Because that, is how life works.
Of course, I may already have a job, which I will hopefully find out on Monday, so all of this won't last for very long! My confidence on this front is waning though.. I'm determined to stay positive however. Negativity leads to sadness and sadness leads to depression. I don't want that. Been there, done that, bought the sad face t-shirt. I'm not going back there. I've never been more determined. Honestly.
Bye x
I'll miss the old thing. It may be falling apart at the seams and done a huge 74,000 miles, (exactly by the way as we drove round for nearly 3 hours this evening to get it to exactly 74k!), but it was the only thing in this life that I can say I own outright myself. The laptop I'm using at the moment may well mostly be used by me, but I didn't buy it, so technically it's not mine. To lose the only thing I possess is sad. It may only be an object but life will now be a lot harder without my trusty form of transport. Job-hunting will now be a lot harder as I will not be able to go that far afield, (probably not even outside Bedford), as the only form of transport I can use are my own two feet. I can't even afford a bus fare. Literally. I have a grand total of £0.46 in my name. I'm broke. Time has ran out.
This evening was fun though. I was always going to go out for a monster drive to give the good Mittenmobile a send off for the time being before I find work, but blaring out YMCA at top volume down one of the roughest roads in Bedford on a Saturday night takes guts. With the shell of the Mittenmobile surrounding us, I felt 100% safe. Almost... Now the car must waste away in the garage, with a minimal amount of petrol and exactly 74,000 miles on the clock until I can get lucky enough to find a job. Which, to be completely honest, seems 74,000 miles away..
If I can't find a job in the whole of Bedfordshire, Northampstonshire, Hertfordshire and straying into Cambidgeshire, how am I finding a job in the jobless town of Bedford? I get the feeling I'm going to be stranded at home with no money for a very long time and this will kill me. It will get me down and depressed, something I'm starting to feel I'm eventually getting over, and I am desperate for this not to happen. I would give anything for a decent amount of money right now. Simple as that. Even one of my kidneys ... or a lung.
I am determined to look on the bright side though. Refereeing will give me at least something to work with and seeing as I have no petrol to buy, this can go on my social life. Not nearly enough to buy car insurance due to the insurance companies stupid policy on boy-racing. How can a 1.1 engine cause an accident? It's about as fast as a milk float with Rik Waller driving. My life at the moment though is nothing. I'm a lost entity.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Football Sunday. Match in the morning followed by refereeing under-18s which will be crap as they are the gobbiest morons of the lot. I'm going to take the harsh attitude with them tomorrow I think. If they want to backchat to me, they're going to have to learn the hard way. Refereeing is the only thing in my life I can work on at the moment and my only form of income, so I need to take it seriously and do well in it and take as many games as possible. I've done 2 games in 3 days this week, (although I don't get the money for that till March). For once, I need to work hard and put in extra effort, not just on the refereeing front but also on the job-hunting. I'm not going to get anywhere by taking the same attitude I have done recently so I need to buck my ideas up and work hard to get what I want. Because that, is how life works.
Of course, I may already have a job, which I will hopefully find out on Monday, so all of this won't last for very long! My confidence on this front is waning though.. I'm determined to stay positive however. Negativity leads to sadness and sadness leads to depression. I don't want that. Been there, done that, bought the sad face t-shirt. I'm not going back there. I've never been more determined. Honestly.
Bye x
Friday 19 February 2010
Fake Tales of Baldock
I think it's safe to say my organisational skills today have been fairly dire. Firstly, I woke up at some point in the early afternoon, as usual, after promising to go into the recruitment agency at 11am to "discuss my options". I did ring them and apologise and it turned out they had forgotten aswell.. so not to worry. They were probably too busy getting a cup of tea and a jammy dodger..
Secondly, at some point this afternoon, around 3pm, Mother Mitten rang. "Can you come and pick me up from work in about 15 minutes?" It was an expected phone call as she knows I do nothing in particular with my days so I accepted the task ... put the phone down... turned the laptop on.. 30 minutes later I was watching Alan Carr : Tooth Fairy Live! Only I can forget to do something 15 minutes later than I had been told to do it.. You see, that's how lazy and forgetful I have become since being out of work. And I had to tell the interviewer on Tuesday I was "organised and punctual"... Yeah right!
This evening however, was the biggest dis-organisational feat of the day. You see, I was supposed to be refereeing in Cranfield in some unknown Under-18 league, so I was unable to play 7-a-side like I usually do on Thursday nights. I had let them know this many days before. However, due to global warming and the rainy version of Thorpe Park's 'Tidal Wave', the game was called off. Due to this, I made myself available for 7-a-side, only for 10 minutes later to get a call asking if I could referee in Baldock on an all-weather pitch.. Decisions Decisions! Do I make the 7-a-side people happy and turn down the refereeing and more importantly THE MONEY, or do I not give a shit about 7-a-side and take the money...? Hmm... MONEY EVERY TIME! 7-a-side peeps weren't too happy.. but fuck 'em!
So, I was on my way to Baldock. 8pm Kick-Off for an internal Luton Town Under-16 friendly. Up the A1 > turn right at the roundabout > on to Norton Road and you're there. So can someone please tell me why, at 7:50pm, I was in the place I usually go for oscar-winning performances and lesbian drama... Letchworth. I had my not-so-trusty sat-nav but it had tried to send me to Stevenage or The Gambia so I had to guess. Luckily, I found the place after falling across it at 8pm - just in time for kick off! Phew! £25 aswell, even if there were a few of what us referees call, "mass confrontations". Very interesting considering all the players were team-mates!
I got home at roughly 10.30pm, via Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, (thanks NavMan..), soaked through like I had been chucked in the Nile and I was home to find out that 'Operation Rolling Cat On A Hot Tin Roof' was given the go-ahead! Their confidential files so I couldn't possibly let you know about them... 19th - 21st March. Cannot wait.
I'm going out tomorrow night, (or should I say 'tonight' seeing as it's 4am..) and I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to it.. The last of the money I have at the moment is going on this and I'm not sure it's right to spend it on alcohol, especially on a Friday night out in Bedford, (notorious for it's crapness!) A fair few people are back from uni however and hanging out with them would be cool. Even if one of them "doesn't drink anymore". Yeah right, that's like me saying "I'm not gonna sleep anymore." It just ain't happenin'! I will end up going out, after football training, (which better be good this week after last week was spent running around like headless giraffes..) and I will try to enjoy myself on the last of my very limited money. For Kettle's sake.
Man, I better get this job. Even I'm starting to get fed up of doing nothing and being lazy, and for those of you who know me very well - that's nearly impossible. This job sounds perfect. Monday to Friday, solid hours, decent pay, doing something different every day to at least keep me a bit interested.. Please God, be on my side for once. Please. I'll even become a devout Christian.. Maybe.
I'll leave you be now. I have 2 days left with the Mittenmobile before it goes into hibernation. I'll miss it when it's gone!
Cya x
Secondly, at some point this afternoon, around 3pm, Mother Mitten rang. "Can you come and pick me up from work in about 15 minutes?" It was an expected phone call as she knows I do nothing in particular with my days so I accepted the task ... put the phone down... turned the laptop on.. 30 minutes later I was watching Alan Carr : Tooth Fairy Live! Only I can forget to do something 15 minutes later than I had been told to do it.. You see, that's how lazy and forgetful I have become since being out of work. And I had to tell the interviewer on Tuesday I was "organised and punctual"... Yeah right!
This evening however, was the biggest dis-organisational feat of the day. You see, I was supposed to be refereeing in Cranfield in some unknown Under-18 league, so I was unable to play 7-a-side like I usually do on Thursday nights. I had let them know this many days before. However, due to global warming and the rainy version of Thorpe Park's 'Tidal Wave', the game was called off. Due to this, I made myself available for 7-a-side, only for 10 minutes later to get a call asking if I could referee in Baldock on an all-weather pitch.. Decisions Decisions! Do I make the 7-a-side people happy and turn down the refereeing and more importantly THE MONEY, or do I not give a shit about 7-a-side and take the money...? Hmm... MONEY EVERY TIME! 7-a-side peeps weren't too happy.. but fuck 'em!
So, I was on my way to Baldock. 8pm Kick-Off for an internal Luton Town Under-16 friendly. Up the A1 > turn right at the roundabout > on to Norton Road and you're there. So can someone please tell me why, at 7:50pm, I was in the place I usually go for oscar-winning performances and lesbian drama... Letchworth. I had my not-so-trusty sat-nav but it had tried to send me to Stevenage or The Gambia so I had to guess. Luckily, I found the place after falling across it at 8pm - just in time for kick off! Phew! £25 aswell, even if there were a few of what us referees call, "mass confrontations". Very interesting considering all the players were team-mates!
I got home at roughly 10.30pm, via Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, (thanks NavMan..), soaked through like I had been chucked in the Nile and I was home to find out that 'Operation Rolling Cat On A Hot Tin Roof' was given the go-ahead! Their confidential files so I couldn't possibly let you know about them... 19th - 21st March. Cannot wait.
I'm going out tomorrow night, (or should I say 'tonight' seeing as it's 4am..) and I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to it.. The last of the money I have at the moment is going on this and I'm not sure it's right to spend it on alcohol, especially on a Friday night out in Bedford, (notorious for it's crapness!) A fair few people are back from uni however and hanging out with them would be cool. Even if one of them "doesn't drink anymore". Yeah right, that's like me saying "I'm not gonna sleep anymore." It just ain't happenin'! I will end up going out, after football training, (which better be good this week after last week was spent running around like headless giraffes..) and I will try to enjoy myself on the last of my very limited money. For Kettle's sake.
Man, I better get this job. Even I'm starting to get fed up of doing nothing and being lazy, and for those of you who know me very well - that's nearly impossible. This job sounds perfect. Monday to Friday, solid hours, decent pay, doing something different every day to at least keep me a bit interested.. Please God, be on my side for once. Please. I'll even become a devout Christian.. Maybe.
I'll leave you be now. I have 2 days left with the Mittenmobile before it goes into hibernation. I'll miss it when it's gone!
Cya x
Thursday 18 February 2010
Life For Rent
Back to the old tricks of making blog titles exactly the same as song titles. Apologies.
This job, they haven't got back to me today. Usually, they get back to you the evening of the interview or at least the day after. This scares me. Are they not going to bother telling me the bad news? Just get on with. Life is not fair. I appreciate they have other people to see and hopefully those people are complete morons who cannot speak English, (preferrably Latvian) and ask the question, "What is a computer?", so they have no choice but to choose me. That happening however is about as likely as me winning the gold medal in the Luge at the Vancouver Olympics. I would probably fly off at 95mph and hit a pole..
Besides, I'm going to shout at the person from Evolve who got me the interview in the first place. She said she would e-mail today to give me an update but she hasn't. I'm still convinced that all they do in those recruitment agencies is sit on their arse, only getting up to get their 14th coffee of the day and maybe a biscuit or 3 and occasionally go on facebook for three hours before sending the rare e-mail. Infuriating.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I've got a game in the evening which takes my total of refereeing games under floodlights up to ... 1! Should be interesting! And it brings in much needed monies that are very important to me at the moment. I'm not going to have a car from Sunday onwards because the insurance runs out so my money will go up and up. Down side? Walking everywhere.. like a commoner.. Alternatively, I could drive anyway and make sure I don't crash. You can never be certain though, and if I do crash, I will have to blame it on the monkey on the road as an excuse and then they will lock me up in a mental institute. Bad times.
Friday, I'm going out with the kids before Kettle becomes blind as a bat so I'm looking forward to that and hopefully it won't cost a lot.. Saturday.. not a lot. Sunday, same as usual, football in the morning, football in the afternoon, football in the evening, football when I'm asleep.. Monday morning, I start work. That's how confident I am! Ha!
Anyway, I now must go and gobble up a doughnut.
Ciao x
This job, they haven't got back to me today. Usually, they get back to you the evening of the interview or at least the day after. This scares me. Are they not going to bother telling me the bad news? Just get on with. Life is not fair. I appreciate they have other people to see and hopefully those people are complete morons who cannot speak English, (preferrably Latvian) and ask the question, "What is a computer?", so they have no choice but to choose me. That happening however is about as likely as me winning the gold medal in the Luge at the Vancouver Olympics. I would probably fly off at 95mph and hit a pole..
Besides, I'm going to shout at the person from Evolve who got me the interview in the first place. She said she would e-mail today to give me an update but she hasn't. I'm still convinced that all they do in those recruitment agencies is sit on their arse, only getting up to get their 14th coffee of the day and maybe a biscuit or 3 and occasionally go on facebook for three hours before sending the rare e-mail. Infuriating.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I've got a game in the evening which takes my total of refereeing games under floodlights up to ... 1! Should be interesting! And it brings in much needed monies that are very important to me at the moment. I'm not going to have a car from Sunday onwards because the insurance runs out so my money will go up and up. Down side? Walking everywhere.. like a commoner.. Alternatively, I could drive anyway and make sure I don't crash. You can never be certain though, and if I do crash, I will have to blame it on the monkey on the road as an excuse and then they will lock me up in a mental institute. Bad times.
Friday, I'm going out with the kids before Kettle becomes blind as a bat so I'm looking forward to that and hopefully it won't cost a lot.. Saturday.. not a lot. Sunday, same as usual, football in the morning, football in the afternoon, football in the evening, football when I'm asleep.. Monday morning, I start work. That's how confident I am! Ha!
Anyway, I now must go and gobble up a doughnut.
Ciao x
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Robbie Williams...
...What a tit.
Anyway, enough about Robbie. I'm bored of him already. My day has been largely un-interesting apart from the job interview I may have forgotten to mention on purpose. IT job based in Wrest Park, Silsoe and for those of you who don't know where that is, just imagine the countryside version of Buckingham Palace. This place was huge! The boss man who was there when I went in took no time in boasting the building's prowess claiming that the likes of Lily Allen and Westlife had filmed their videos there in the past. And even Renault filmed an advert. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's hard to drive a car in a mansion right?
Besides, I couldn't waste my time standing in a spot where Gary Barlow had once stood 6 years ago, (hang on..), I had an interview to attend! The interview itself was a strange one as the first question John, (big boss man), asked me was "Who are you?" This stumped me. Was he asking me to describe myself and give him an overview of the potential employee or was he literally confused as to who I was? I went for the former option and chatted the crap you do at interviews to make you sound like a good boy. I chucked in a few lows to make it sound a believable also. I'm cunning like that..
So, I had a tour of Buckingham Palace, (once more reminded that Westlife and co. had once walked on THAT particular piece of red and gold carpet), and I was on my way home, feeling good about how the interview had panned out. Full speed ahead me thinks.
As for the rest of the day, I really can't be that entertaining I'm afraid. So I'd like to talk about the council. At the moment, as those of you from Bedford must have worked out, they have decided to rip out all the roads and replace them with Formula 1 style tarmac... all at the same time. On my way home from Silsoe, I was diverted via Croyden to get home and it isn't half annoying! Especially when I had a taxi-service to fulfil for Mother Mitten. Still, I complain about the roads so I can't complain when they actually do something about it. Even so, whoever planned the arrangements should get a new career. Just not as a wedding planner, because the bride would end up marrying The Grinch ... or John Terry.
Plan for the rest of the week... Erm... errr.. hopefully get a 2nd interview and hopefully get the job! What else? Ermm... ahhh.. erm... yeah. Not a lot. Blogs won't be phenomonal to be fair. But you never know what the future holds. Tomorrow I may write 3 pages on my success to steal a Ferrari Enzo. That would be cool...
Anyway, I'll leave you with a push in the direction of my other blog, 'Life According to Mitten', which is me complaining about things. It's quite good. Go and check it out.
Ciao x
Anyway, enough about Robbie. I'm bored of him already. My day has been largely un-interesting apart from the job interview I may have forgotten to mention on purpose. IT job based in Wrest Park, Silsoe and for those of you who don't know where that is, just imagine the countryside version of Buckingham Palace. This place was huge! The boss man who was there when I went in took no time in boasting the building's prowess claiming that the likes of Lily Allen and Westlife had filmed their videos there in the past. And even Renault filmed an advert. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's hard to drive a car in a mansion right?
Besides, I couldn't waste my time standing in a spot where Gary Barlow had once stood 6 years ago, (hang on..), I had an interview to attend! The interview itself was a strange one as the first question John, (big boss man), asked me was "Who are you?" This stumped me. Was he asking me to describe myself and give him an overview of the potential employee or was he literally confused as to who I was? I went for the former option and chatted the crap you do at interviews to make you sound like a good boy. I chucked in a few lows to make it sound a believable also. I'm cunning like that..
So, I had a tour of Buckingham Palace, (once more reminded that Westlife and co. had once walked on THAT particular piece of red and gold carpet), and I was on my way home, feeling good about how the interview had panned out. Full speed ahead me thinks.
As for the rest of the day, I really can't be that entertaining I'm afraid. So I'd like to talk about the council. At the moment, as those of you from Bedford must have worked out, they have decided to rip out all the roads and replace them with Formula 1 style tarmac... all at the same time. On my way home from Silsoe, I was diverted via Croyden to get home and it isn't half annoying! Especially when I had a taxi-service to fulfil for Mother Mitten. Still, I complain about the roads so I can't complain when they actually do something about it. Even so, whoever planned the arrangements should get a new career. Just not as a wedding planner, because the bride would end up marrying The Grinch ... or John Terry.
Plan for the rest of the week... Erm... errr.. hopefully get a 2nd interview and hopefully get the job! What else? Ermm... ahhh.. erm... yeah. Not a lot. Blogs won't be phenomonal to be fair. But you never know what the future holds. Tomorrow I may write 3 pages on my success to steal a Ferrari Enzo. That would be cool...
Anyway, I'll leave you with a push in the direction of my other blog, 'Life According to Mitten', which is me complaining about things. It's quite good. Go and check it out.
Ciao x
Monday 15 February 2010
Good Day Dear Sir
Today has been epic on all counts, apart from one big event and one small detail.
The day started, after a few uncomfortable hours sleep with an away trip to one of the best team's in the league. I'm not allowed to mention the team name due to legal reasons. Or the fact that that particular detail will mean nothing to you. It turned out to be one of the strangest matches I've ever played in. 10:30am kick off and by 10:35, we had 6 players. 4 of which were vastly hungover. 5 minutes later, we had another 5 making a round 11. I must point out at this stage that 4 were literally still drunk, 5 were very badly hungover and myself and a team-mate of mine were stone-cold sober ... and stone-cold.. I reckon the temperature was bordering
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Besides, we had a match to play. I have never been involved in a more one-sided affair. Most of my team-mates didn't have the ability to kick a football and we got completely torn apart. Shots rained down on my goal like cereal hitting the bottom of your bowl in the morning and we were being dominated. My estimate, which is usually spot on, suggests that they had over 40 shots and we had about 5 or 6. Final score... we won 5-1. Don't ask. I have no idea what happened either.
So, drive home. I had been decorated with a large amount of mud and I was in shock as to how we had managed to win by such a huge scoreline despite most of the team playing in a similar manner to Croation new born babies. 45 minutes later, I was refereeing. I had one of my better games of the season, and although it was largely uneventful, (apart from a coach who's ability to shout matched that of my old I.T teacher), I enjoyed myself. First time in a long time.
The true epicness of the day though occurred during the hours of 6pm and 10pm. To describe the whole story would leave you stuck to your chair, probably with grey hair and the need for a walking stick as it would take decades to explain. However, a few long walks, shouting, desperation and "bridge-building" talks plus a few jokes to lighten the mood later, we were driving home. I was sitting next to someone who was about to be sick. Brings back memories of the week I've had! This week for the forseeable future, will officially be known as "Be Sick on Mitten" Week. I escaped without tasting sambuca vomit however, and we made it home. We went to Subway and laughed about events. All was well.
Now the bad news. A friend of mine, who I won't name, is struggling at the moment. To describe to you what has happened would be highly unfair on him so I don't intend to do so - but he is as down as I have been lately. And I know, that is a long way down.. I tried giving him words of encouragement and support and tried to cheer him up but he just shrugged them off - claiming he was stuffed. I can't see what else I can say.. He's helped me out so much these past year or so and has helped me see the real me in many respects. I don't think he sees me as a best friend, and likewise, but one thing we have in common, as he very rightly pointed out earlier, was our deep subconcsiousness. We both struggle. And we both get by. I'm properly worried about him though...
Overall though, it has been a largely successful day. A fortuitous victory plus a semi-final spot in the cup, (i'll explain in more detail in the the next blog entry) plus a highly comical trip to LGC and I'm now extremely tired. I hear you asking, "What was the small detail that was wrong with your day?" Answer: My mum put Raspberries on the New York Cheesecake! How dare she..
Cheerio x
The day started, after a few uncomfortable hours sleep with an away trip to one of the best team's in the league. I'm not allowed to mention the team name due to legal reasons. Or the fact that that particular detail will mean nothing to you. It turned out to be one of the strangest matches I've ever played in. 10:30am kick off and by 10:35, we had 6 players. 4 of which were vastly hungover. 5 minutes later, we had another 5 making a round 11. I must point out at this stage that 4 were literally still drunk, 5 were very badly hungover and myself and a team-mate of mine were stone-cold sober ... and stone-cold.. I reckon the temperature was bordering
-23,309.
Besides, we had a match to play. I have never been involved in a more one-sided affair. Most of my team-mates didn't have the ability to kick a football and we got completely torn apart. Shots rained down on my goal like cereal hitting the bottom of your bowl in the morning and we were being dominated. My estimate, which is usually spot on, suggests that they had over 40 shots and we had about 5 or 6. Final score... we won 5-1. Don't ask. I have no idea what happened either.
So, drive home. I had been decorated with a large amount of mud and I was in shock as to how we had managed to win by such a huge scoreline despite most of the team playing in a similar manner to Croation new born babies. 45 minutes later, I was refereeing. I had one of my better games of the season, and although it was largely uneventful, (apart from a coach who's ability to shout matched that of my old I.T teacher), I enjoyed myself. First time in a long time.
The true epicness of the day though occurred during the hours of 6pm and 10pm. To describe the whole story would leave you stuck to your chair, probably with grey hair and the need for a walking stick as it would take decades to explain. However, a few long walks, shouting, desperation and "bridge-building" talks plus a few jokes to lighten the mood later, we were driving home. I was sitting next to someone who was about to be sick. Brings back memories of the week I've had! This week for the forseeable future, will officially be known as "Be Sick on Mitten" Week. I escaped without tasting sambuca vomit however, and we made it home. We went to Subway and laughed about events. All was well.
Now the bad news. A friend of mine, who I won't name, is struggling at the moment. To describe to you what has happened would be highly unfair on him so I don't intend to do so - but he is as down as I have been lately. And I know, that is a long way down.. I tried giving him words of encouragement and support and tried to cheer him up but he just shrugged them off - claiming he was stuffed. I can't see what else I can say.. He's helped me out so much these past year or so and has helped me see the real me in many respects. I don't think he sees me as a best friend, and likewise, but one thing we have in common, as he very rightly pointed out earlier, was our deep subconcsiousness. We both struggle. And we both get by. I'm properly worried about him though...
Overall though, it has been a largely successful day. A fortuitous victory plus a semi-final spot in the cup, (i'll explain in more detail in the the next blog entry) plus a highly comical trip to LGC and I'm now extremely tired. I hear you asking, "What was the small detail that was wrong with your day?" Answer: My mum put Raspberries on the New York Cheesecake! How dare she..
Cheerio x
Saturday 13 February 2010
Happy Pointless Day
14th February. Officially, the worst day of the year, the day of the year where people try desperately to hook up with their lifelong crushes by sending a perfume-covered card and a box of Milk Tray and then having their hearts broken when they realise she actually likes the good-looking guy from across the road..
I hate St.Valentine's Day. If you truly loved someone you wouldn't wait until the crummiest day of the year to show your thoughts but instead try every living day trying to make her notice you.. (or him..) There are never any original gifts either. Card, flowers, box of chocolates. Show me one person who has bought anything different, and I will officially shoot myself. Of course, there will always be the desperate person who will go out to a motorway service station especially to buy the cheapest and worst bunch of flowers, (or they may well be lumps of butter on stems), for £3.99. This makes me laugh..
I'm not jealous. I prefer being single because relationships are too much like hard work. Your partner expects you to be there with them 24 hours a day, 8 days a week and it's impossible for 4-5 months before the inevitable break-up. It does nothing but tire you out and make you upset when the time comes you can't take the sleepless nights anymore. Mainly because your girlfriend or boyfriend is texting you all night long and if you don't reply, you're in big trouble the next day. I'm much happier going for a pint and a curry at the local with mates to be fair.
So, what am I going to be doing you may ask? Same as I do every Sunday. Play football then straight after go out and referee it. Just like a normal Sunday. That's the way it should be. You can call me the "Scrooge of Valentines" or whatever the equivalent is, and then I will laugh in your face as your valentine eats all of the choccies you bought and then texted you saying, "thanks but no thanks". The amount of depressed people come Sunday night will be huge. I'm not doubting the day doesn't work at all. I'm sure there a few people out there who will find the love of their life tomorrow, but 99% of people won't. And rightly so. There's no such thing as Cupid firing an arrow at your ass, because it would bloody well hurt!
However, I must stop procrastinating and talk about me. I like talking about me. I have an interview on Tuesday. Valentine's will have thankfully passed and I will be in work come Wednesday night! I'm feeling strangely confident about this one and so I should be. It's only some IT Support company, but a job's a job. The Mittenmobile runs out of insurance in a week, so I desperately need money before I lose the love of my life!
4 minutes of this hellish day has passed.. 716 more to go...
Ciao x
I hate St.Valentine's Day. If you truly loved someone you wouldn't wait until the crummiest day of the year to show your thoughts but instead try every living day trying to make her notice you.. (or him..) There are never any original gifts either. Card, flowers, box of chocolates. Show me one person who has bought anything different, and I will officially shoot myself. Of course, there will always be the desperate person who will go out to a motorway service station especially to buy the cheapest and worst bunch of flowers, (or they may well be lumps of butter on stems), for £3.99. This makes me laugh..
I'm not jealous. I prefer being single because relationships are too much like hard work. Your partner expects you to be there with them 24 hours a day, 8 days a week and it's impossible for 4-5 months before the inevitable break-up. It does nothing but tire you out and make you upset when the time comes you can't take the sleepless nights anymore. Mainly because your girlfriend or boyfriend is texting you all night long and if you don't reply, you're in big trouble the next day. I'm much happier going for a pint and a curry at the local with mates to be fair.
So, what am I going to be doing you may ask? Same as I do every Sunday. Play football then straight after go out and referee it. Just like a normal Sunday. That's the way it should be. You can call me the "Scrooge of Valentines" or whatever the equivalent is, and then I will laugh in your face as your valentine eats all of the choccies you bought and then texted you saying, "thanks but no thanks". The amount of depressed people come Sunday night will be huge. I'm not doubting the day doesn't work at all. I'm sure there a few people out there who will find the love of their life tomorrow, but 99% of people won't. And rightly so. There's no such thing as Cupid firing an arrow at your ass, because it would bloody well hurt!
However, I must stop procrastinating and talk about me. I like talking about me. I have an interview on Tuesday. Valentine's will have thankfully passed and I will be in work come Wednesday night! I'm feeling strangely confident about this one and so I should be. It's only some IT Support company, but a job's a job. The Mittenmobile runs out of insurance in a week, so I desperately need money before I lose the love of my life!
4 minutes of this hellish day has passed.. 716 more to go...
Ciao x
Friday 12 February 2010
Truly Unbelievable..
For the 2nd night out in a row, I was left looking after the one who couldn't handle his drink. I will let him off because it was his 18th birthday party, and we all know what it's like to be in that situation. This time, it was slightly more serious, me being the only one who knew what they were doing, my mate was in a fair bit of trouble and I had to somehow get him home and also find a way I could get home myself...
The story starts 90 minutes before I went home.. I knew my friend had had too much.. I was prepared to play the role of 'doctor' once more and was ready for the trouble, had all the conversations in my head to keep this guy above water.. I was ready. However, this being Milton Keynes and not Bedford, things were slightly different. One being I couldn't really walk home from MK like I can from Bedford. This was the least of my worries though. My friend was in fairly serious trouble, being sick consistently, once all over me and my posh shoes and I truly didn't know what to do. I seeked help by text and just about got through it before his slightly more sober mates, yet still drunk, came out to give me a hand and they did the rest. They got the train home in the end.... wierdos.
So... I had no paraletic friend to deal with. One problem over. However, it then dawned on me that I was 15 miles away from home with no money for a taxi, train, tram, helicopter or any other form of transport to get home. I was shivering like an Arctic Explorer and it was 3 o clock in the morning... I was screwed. I was literally starting to think of places I could kip for the night.. The money in my bank account had not been cleared yet so I was unable to withdraw any.. Have I mentioned? I was screwed..
In sheer desperation, I tried the cash machine once more. "Please God, let me have some money. I just want to get home". I pressed the £20 button, thinking the same old "inadequate funds" message would appear, but wait, my card was taken and there was £20 hanging out. YES! There is a God! I had some money to not just get a cab but to get a Subway as well! So I bought my customary Subway Melt and made my way to the nearest cab. "How much to Bedford please pal?" ... "40 quid.." ... How much?! I still maintain it was daylight robbery at night time, but what choice did I have? The "mate" who had promised a lift home had never turned up in the first place so I was left with no other alternative. I went to the cash machine to press the £20 button again and 20 more quid hanged out the machine. I was furious, but I wanted to go home..
I gave the cabbie the £40 - he had wanted it up front the scheming, thieving bastard and we made our way home.. Again, like most cabbies, he spoke too much and I just about made it home, £40 out of pocket. I don't have that sort of money to blow at the moment! I am still furious.. But if I hadn't of done that, I would still be there now, suffering from hypothermia and sleeping rough.
Aswell as being sick on, giving a cabbie a stupid amount of dosh and dealing with a fair few drunk people I hardly knew, I witnessed one of the most incredible sights I will ever see. A drunkenly fight had broken out. Guys were beating this one helpless girl to death with dogs and clubs. It was disgusting. Police turned up but my guess is that they were too late.. It was truly horrific. I didn't hang around to see the end result as I just wanted to leave.. I knew I should never have gone in the first place..
So, what was turning out to be a very decent night celebrating a classic mate on his 18th birthday, turned into what I can only describe as a nightmare. I would not wish what I had to witness and experience tonight on my worst enemy, and I truly mean that. It has left me with a bad image of MK and it will take a lot of guts for me to go on a night out there again.. I don't blame the mate I helped. It was his first night out, and we've all been there.. It was the sequence of events that really upset me and how a good night, very very quickly turned into a bad one..
I'd much rather be the one being sick and not being able to cope with the alcohol. At least then you would only be worrying about yourself and not everyone else. And not remember exactly what you witnessed the night before. I've started crying. It really was that bad. If you are reading this JD, for some reason, don't blame yourself. It was my fault for even putting myself in the situation where it was possible for me to not get home. It won't be happening again for a while. I'll stick to Bedford. It may be useless, but boy, it sure as hell is much safer.
The story starts 90 minutes before I went home.. I knew my friend had had too much.. I was prepared to play the role of 'doctor' once more and was ready for the trouble, had all the conversations in my head to keep this guy above water.. I was ready. However, this being Milton Keynes and not Bedford, things were slightly different. One being I couldn't really walk home from MK like I can from Bedford. This was the least of my worries though. My friend was in fairly serious trouble, being sick consistently, once all over me and my posh shoes and I truly didn't know what to do. I seeked help by text and just about got through it before his slightly more sober mates, yet still drunk, came out to give me a hand and they did the rest. They got the train home in the end.... wierdos.
So... I had no paraletic friend to deal with. One problem over. However, it then dawned on me that I was 15 miles away from home with no money for a taxi, train, tram, helicopter or any other form of transport to get home. I was shivering like an Arctic Explorer and it was 3 o clock in the morning... I was screwed. I was literally starting to think of places I could kip for the night.. The money in my bank account had not been cleared yet so I was unable to withdraw any.. Have I mentioned? I was screwed..
In sheer desperation, I tried the cash machine once more. "Please God, let me have some money. I just want to get home". I pressed the £20 button, thinking the same old "inadequate funds" message would appear, but wait, my card was taken and there was £20 hanging out. YES! There is a God! I had some money to not just get a cab but to get a Subway as well! So I bought my customary Subway Melt and made my way to the nearest cab. "How much to Bedford please pal?" ... "40 quid.." ... How much?! I still maintain it was daylight robbery at night time, but what choice did I have? The "mate" who had promised a lift home had never turned up in the first place so I was left with no other alternative. I went to the cash machine to press the £20 button again and 20 more quid hanged out the machine. I was furious, but I wanted to go home..
I gave the cabbie the £40 - he had wanted it up front the scheming, thieving bastard and we made our way home.. Again, like most cabbies, he spoke too much and I just about made it home, £40 out of pocket. I don't have that sort of money to blow at the moment! I am still furious.. But if I hadn't of done that, I would still be there now, suffering from hypothermia and sleeping rough.
Aswell as being sick on, giving a cabbie a stupid amount of dosh and dealing with a fair few drunk people I hardly knew, I witnessed one of the most incredible sights I will ever see. A drunkenly fight had broken out. Guys were beating this one helpless girl to death with dogs and clubs. It was disgusting. Police turned up but my guess is that they were too late.. It was truly horrific. I didn't hang around to see the end result as I just wanted to leave.. I knew I should never have gone in the first place..
So, what was turning out to be a very decent night celebrating a classic mate on his 18th birthday, turned into what I can only describe as a nightmare. I would not wish what I had to witness and experience tonight on my worst enemy, and I truly mean that. It has left me with a bad image of MK and it will take a lot of guts for me to go on a night out there again.. I don't blame the mate I helped. It was his first night out, and we've all been there.. It was the sequence of events that really upset me and how a good night, very very quickly turned into a bad one..
I'd much rather be the one being sick and not being able to cope with the alcohol. At least then you would only be worrying about yourself and not everyone else. And not remember exactly what you witnessed the night before. I've started crying. It really was that bad. If you are reading this JD, for some reason, don't blame yourself. It was my fault for even putting myself in the situation where it was possible for me to not get home. It won't be happening again for a while. I'll stick to Bedford. It may be useless, but boy, it sure as hell is much safer.
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Is It This Easy..?
Get help. Don't be ashamed of needing medication, and don't give up until you find something that helps.
Identify your feelings and moods. Depression is a self-destructive effort to avoid feeling. Accept that emotions are natural and helpful. Learn that mood changes don't come "out of the blue" — they are always started by an event, a memory, a dream..
Challenge depressed thinking. People with depression remember and blame themselves for bad events, while they forget about and give others credit for good events. Their low expectations mean they often don't prepare adequately and give up too easily. Worst, they think they are essentially different — damaged somehow — from other people. These are all learned habits of thought that can be unlearned. Pay attention to your assumptions and beliefs.
Let others know. Depressives fear intimacy more than most people. We put on masks for the world, because we believe our true selves to be shameful, unworthy. But this belief is wrong. When we're with someone we can trust, sharing our thoughts and feelings — even if they seem unimportant — is good for us.
Practice detachment. We spend far too much time and effort trying to control things that aren't worth the struggle. Many things that worry us are really unimportant; we've just gotten overinvolved and lost our bearings. We may find that we're trying to change things that we realistically cannot change. Instead of battering your head against a brick wall, learn to walk away.
Is this me? Am I ashamed of myself? Do I blame events on me? Am I damaged? Do I walk away? So many questions.. my head is full of questions.. scenarios.. events... memories.. Why have I ended up like this? I was happy and now I've forgotten what that is like.. I'd give anything to be happy once more.. Anything.. The pain I've put myself through, and others, I cannot comprehend.. What have I done to myself..? What have I done to others..? So many questions.. and no answers. None. None at all.
Identify your feelings and moods. Depression is a self-destructive effort to avoid feeling. Accept that emotions are natural and helpful. Learn that mood changes don't come "out of the blue" — they are always started by an event, a memory, a dream..
Challenge depressed thinking. People with depression remember and blame themselves for bad events, while they forget about and give others credit for good events. Their low expectations mean they often don't prepare adequately and give up too easily. Worst, they think they are essentially different — damaged somehow — from other people. These are all learned habits of thought that can be unlearned. Pay attention to your assumptions and beliefs.
Let others know. Depressives fear intimacy more than most people. We put on masks for the world, because we believe our true selves to be shameful, unworthy. But this belief is wrong. When we're with someone we can trust, sharing our thoughts and feelings — even if they seem unimportant — is good for us.
Practice detachment. We spend far too much time and effort trying to control things that aren't worth the struggle. Many things that worry us are really unimportant; we've just gotten overinvolved and lost our bearings. We may find that we're trying to change things that we realistically cannot change. Instead of battering your head against a brick wall, learn to walk away.
Is this me? Am I ashamed of myself? Do I blame events on me? Am I damaged? Do I walk away? So many questions.. my head is full of questions.. scenarios.. events... memories.. Why have I ended up like this? I was happy and now I've forgotten what that is like.. I'd give anything to be happy once more.. Anything.. The pain I've put myself through, and others, I cannot comprehend.. What have I done to myself..? What have I done to others..? So many questions.. and no answers. None. None at all.
Tuesday 9 February 2010
Ghost
Aswell as being one of the best films of all time in my opinion, starring the great Whoopi Goldberg and the late Patrick Swayze, winning an oscar for Whoopi as Best Supporting Actress in 1991, *breathes*, being a ghost is how I can briefly sum up my existance at the moment. I seem to be floating around doing nothing in particular and although I can touch things and am not invisible - sometimes I feel like I may aswell be..
Take today as a prime example. I woke up at 12, took mum to work, dossed about for 5 hours while vaguely looking for work before going to pick mum up again at half 5 and then dossing some more in between eating gammon and chips. Yummy! Although I don't mind it at the moment, after too long, it will get increasingly boring and depressing, (sorry for mentioning the 'D' word..) Just 5 minutes ago also, dear Father dropped by and told me to go and speak to ex-boss man about the week's wages I had supposedly been promised as a compromise. He still hasn't paid it.. Surprise surprise..
I have found a new hobby however. Writing creatively. I have started the new blog about what things annoy me and others, written in the style of Jeremy Clarkson, and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The link to the blog is in a comment I left on the entry before this, if you're interested - which frankly you should be!
I've got 5 a side in a minute. To be fair, I've been looking forward to it all day, which inevitably means it will be rubbish. But I've had nothing else to look forward to so I had no choice but to do so! Again, that makes sense to me.
Not a lot else to say really. I won't waffle for too long this evening. I'm in no mood to and I'm already late!
Ciao x
Take today as a prime example. I woke up at 12, took mum to work, dossed about for 5 hours while vaguely looking for work before going to pick mum up again at half 5 and then dossing some more in between eating gammon and chips. Yummy! Although I don't mind it at the moment, after too long, it will get increasingly boring and depressing, (sorry for mentioning the 'D' word..) Just 5 minutes ago also, dear Father dropped by and told me to go and speak to ex-boss man about the week's wages I had supposedly been promised as a compromise. He still hasn't paid it.. Surprise surprise..
I have found a new hobby however. Writing creatively. I have started the new blog about what things annoy me and others, written in the style of Jeremy Clarkson, and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The link to the blog is in a comment I left on the entry before this, if you're interested - which frankly you should be!
I've got 5 a side in a minute. To be fair, I've been looking forward to it all day, which inevitably means it will be rubbish. But I've had nothing else to look forward to so I had no choice but to do so! Again, that makes sense to me.
Not a lot else to say really. I won't waffle for too long this evening. I'm in no mood to and I'm already late!
Ciao x
Monday 8 February 2010
The Weekend Blacks
Instead of the 'Weekend Blues', I donned the black kit of the referee to officiate in 3 of the craziest matches I have ever officiated in. All for different reasons.
Saturday morning saw me as an assistant at some Girls Cup semi-final, not the most attractive and enjoyable of fixtures but I need all the money I can get these days. It was a rather chilly Saturday morning and to be fair, I couldn't wait to get back to my home and whack the central heating up to its maximum.. Yeah, im not bothered about the global warming implications and so what? Anyway, God must of been listening, because not only did he not grant my wish, he pushed upon me one of the longest penalty shoot-outs you will ever witness. 26-25 it finished.. And I finished with a blue face..
Saturday afternoon was a completely different kettle of fish. I had a match at Bedford Modern School. It was a fiesty old affair, (for two posh schools anyway), and the only trouble I had was from the BMS manager who had a go. I'm used to it, but to be fair, I wasn't used to going to a private school to be berated by a manager who was obviously from Mali or Zambia, because I couldn't understand a word he was saying. So i just said "I'm not interested" countless times before he shut up.. Best way of doing it. The players were fine.. in fact, they always call you "sir". "How long is left, sir?" "What is the score, good sir" "Can I clean your boots for you, sir?" It drove me insane. I wished someone would please just argue with ONE of my decisions! Just one...? Please...?
This time, God did listen to me, because the day after, which happened to be a Sunday if you're not completely sure of the days of the week, I officiated an Under-17 top of the table clash. Now, I wasn't in the best of moods. I was tired from an epic penalty shoot out loss about half an hour before, and then to got no rest and went back to the same pitch to referee a match. It's tougher than it sounds! Basically, I took no crap. Any word of a backchat, which in these types of games is with every decision, I stamped down on. By the end of the match, I'd given 7 yellows and a red. All but one of which comes under 'C2', which for those of you who are not aware of the refereeing misconduct reports, is the code for 'Dissent by Word or Action'. Brilliant!
By the time I got home, I was completely ruined. 4 football matches, all of a different calibre and level of excitement and I was completely smashed. Phew..
I ended up going to sleep at 19:30. A record for me. I was that tired. Good news aswell, because this meant I got up relatively early today. Which gave me time to do something productive! So I went back to bed. Still, I got up at 11, which is still earlier than I'm used to and went to shout at the job agencies for being lazy, uninterested and basically being a waste of space for not researching into any jobs for me. The result was I was promised that 2 e-mails would be sent to potential employers. A Top Gear Top Tip for you then, (That phrase is copyrighted), if you want a job from an agency, go and shout at them!
News on the Depression front. None at all. I am completely content with my life at the moment. Ok, I only have 2 weeks left until my car's insurance runs out and that will cost me another £1200 when I eventually find a job, but who cares! I'll walk everywhere. I may invest in an iPod and listen to some music while I walk. If I can find some invisible money.. I might look down the side of the sofa..
One other bit of news aswell. I plan to start a new blog, whilst carrying on with this one, about life in general. It will be nothing on my life at the moment, (although there may be a couple of references), and will be about anything you want it to be. If you want, leave me a message by text, on msn, on facebook or any other means of communication you have and let me know what annoys you about anything in Britain, The World, The Universe... absolutely anything and if I agree with you, I shall discuss the meaningless thing in this blog. Almost like Jeremy Clarkson. The Legend.
Anyway, this blog, about ME, will continue as normal. I'll let you get back to what you were supposed to be doing. And if it's school coursework, have a gander on facebook - waste some more time! :D
Cheerio x
Saturday morning saw me as an assistant at some Girls Cup semi-final, not the most attractive and enjoyable of fixtures but I need all the money I can get these days. It was a rather chilly Saturday morning and to be fair, I couldn't wait to get back to my home and whack the central heating up to its maximum.. Yeah, im not bothered about the global warming implications and so what? Anyway, God must of been listening, because not only did he not grant my wish, he pushed upon me one of the longest penalty shoot-outs you will ever witness. 26-25 it finished.. And I finished with a blue face..
Saturday afternoon was a completely different kettle of fish. I had a match at Bedford Modern School. It was a fiesty old affair, (for two posh schools anyway), and the only trouble I had was from the BMS manager who had a go. I'm used to it, but to be fair, I wasn't used to going to a private school to be berated by a manager who was obviously from Mali or Zambia, because I couldn't understand a word he was saying. So i just said "I'm not interested" countless times before he shut up.. Best way of doing it. The players were fine.. in fact, they always call you "sir". "How long is left, sir?" "What is the score, good sir" "Can I clean your boots for you, sir?" It drove me insane. I wished someone would please just argue with ONE of my decisions! Just one...? Please...?
This time, God did listen to me, because the day after, which happened to be a Sunday if you're not completely sure of the days of the week, I officiated an Under-17 top of the table clash. Now, I wasn't in the best of moods. I was tired from an epic penalty shoot out loss about half an hour before, and then to got no rest and went back to the same pitch to referee a match. It's tougher than it sounds! Basically, I took no crap. Any word of a backchat, which in these types of games is with every decision, I stamped down on. By the end of the match, I'd given 7 yellows and a red. All but one of which comes under 'C2', which for those of you who are not aware of the refereeing misconduct reports, is the code for 'Dissent by Word or Action'. Brilliant!
By the time I got home, I was completely ruined. 4 football matches, all of a different calibre and level of excitement and I was completely smashed. Phew..
I ended up going to sleep at 19:30. A record for me. I was that tired. Good news aswell, because this meant I got up relatively early today. Which gave me time to do something productive! So I went back to bed. Still, I got up at 11, which is still earlier than I'm used to and went to shout at the job agencies for being lazy, uninterested and basically being a waste of space for not researching into any jobs for me. The result was I was promised that 2 e-mails would be sent to potential employers. A Top Gear Top Tip for you then, (That phrase is copyrighted), if you want a job from an agency, go and shout at them!
News on the Depression front. None at all. I am completely content with my life at the moment. Ok, I only have 2 weeks left until my car's insurance runs out and that will cost me another £1200 when I eventually find a job, but who cares! I'll walk everywhere. I may invest in an iPod and listen to some music while I walk. If I can find some invisible money.. I might look down the side of the sofa..
One other bit of news aswell. I plan to start a new blog, whilst carrying on with this one, about life in general. It will be nothing on my life at the moment, (although there may be a couple of references), and will be about anything you want it to be. If you want, leave me a message by text, on msn, on facebook or any other means of communication you have and let me know what annoys you about anything in Britain, The World, The Universe... absolutely anything and if I agree with you, I shall discuss the meaningless thing in this blog. Almost like Jeremy Clarkson. The Legend.
Anyway, this blog, about ME, will continue as normal. I'll let you get back to what you were supposed to be doing. And if it's school coursework, have a gander on facebook - waste some more time! :D
Cheerio x
Friday 5 February 2010
Brainwave
Today, I had a brainwave. A brainwave based around the good ol' job hunt! I don't know whether I want to be stuck in an office 9 till 5 but it sounds like the safest option. However, I'm the sporty type of person, as you well know, so went down to Connexions, (you know that place that claims to find work for young people..), yeah, I went down there and talked to someone in there, in brief, about becoming a police officer.
Now, a couple of things I would like to tell you. 1) It was 3:50pm at the time and this office closed at 4 so you could tell this person was trying to rush as she wanted to get out on time.. seeing as it's a Friday and all that.. I don't blame her for it, I'd of been exactly the same! And 2) During this brief 10 minute discussion, I discovered that the Police are not recruiting till late 2010. Great. Besides, it was a good brainwave while it lasted.. This Connexions person, (recruitment consultant?), decided to practice anopisthography, (google it), and give me looooads of sheets of paper with a single line of writing on them with different websites on and different places to go etc etc etc etc and so on... Why she couldn't write on a single piece of paper, using both sides, just a long list of websites I do not know.. She's used up many more of our preciouos trees by handing me lots of needless paper... silly woman!
So, I was hurried out of the Connexions office at 3:58pm ready for closing time. Like I've mentioned, I don't blame them. Upon walking out, I saw someone. Well.. I saw a lot of people as it was a busy town centre, but someone stood out from the crowd. Now, I'm not usually the sort of person to practice Colposinquanonia in a busy town centre, (again, google it), but this young lady was something else. Once you google that above word with the ridiculous amount of letters, you'll understand what I mean. She walked on by, however, without a glimpse or a smile so I won't bother being a wierd stalker person.. she may think less of me for it!
As for myself, I've refrained from feeling like Death and All His Friends and have actually felt quite good the last couple of days. Positive? I might go out tonight, but I'm refereeing a couple of games tomorrow with a fairly early start so I may give it a miss. I'll have a wee think about that one. But today hasn't been so bad. Fairly productive. Got out of the house for a reason that isn't a trip to Tesco's or a curry and felt that I am making an effort. And even the rents were pleased I was making an extra special effort! Bonus!
For now though, I must get ready for football training and hope I don't keep like a Walrus with AIDS like I did yesterday.. Have a good weekend if I don't speak to you in a couple of days. I will though. I always do.
Ciao x
Now, a couple of things I would like to tell you. 1) It was 3:50pm at the time and this office closed at 4 so you could tell this person was trying to rush as she wanted to get out on time.. seeing as it's a Friday and all that.. I don't blame her for it, I'd of been exactly the same! And 2) During this brief 10 minute discussion, I discovered that the Police are not recruiting till late 2010. Great. Besides, it was a good brainwave while it lasted.. This Connexions person, (recruitment consultant?), decided to practice anopisthography, (google it), and give me looooads of sheets of paper with a single line of writing on them with different websites on and different places to go etc etc etc etc and so on... Why she couldn't write on a single piece of paper, using both sides, just a long list of websites I do not know.. She's used up many more of our preciouos trees by handing me lots of needless paper... silly woman!
So, I was hurried out of the Connexions office at 3:58pm ready for closing time. Like I've mentioned, I don't blame them. Upon walking out, I saw someone. Well.. I saw a lot of people as it was a busy town centre, but someone stood out from the crowd. Now, I'm not usually the sort of person to practice Colposinquanonia in a busy town centre, (again, google it), but this young lady was something else. Once you google that above word with the ridiculous amount of letters, you'll understand what I mean. She walked on by, however, without a glimpse or a smile so I won't bother being a wierd stalker person.. she may think less of me for it!
As for myself, I've refrained from feeling like Death and All His Friends and have actually felt quite good the last couple of days. Positive? I might go out tonight, but I'm refereeing a couple of games tomorrow with a fairly early start so I may give it a miss. I'll have a wee think about that one. But today hasn't been so bad. Fairly productive. Got out of the house for a reason that isn't a trip to Tesco's or a curry and felt that I am making an effort. And even the rents were pleased I was making an extra special effort! Bonus!
For now though, I must get ready for football training and hope I don't keep like a Walrus with AIDS like I did yesterday.. Have a good weekend if I don't speak to you in a couple of days. I will though. I always do.
Ciao x
Addiction
I told you. To be fair, I couldn't not make another appearance tonight after suggesting it may happen in the post before.. I do in fact have something to say.. again, it won't take so long, so bear with me.
Just before I start, a friend of mine who read the post before corrected me and said I should have said Joe Pasquale's testicles give him a high voice and not his penis.. technically he is right but it is just a "meh" moment! Who cares! You all knew what I meant right?
Ok, on to the main subject of the night.. friends. Now.. I have many of them. Most of them are from different sectors of my life, (i.e MAFC, refereeing, cricket) and some overlap them and some of them are just great friends. These friends have helped me out a lot recently, as I've mentioned too many times in this blog of mine. Some of them have gone AWOL, (Absent Without Leave for those of you who are not fans of abbs.) and this hurts. Some people have lost their way, sort of like me, and basically I feel they don't want to know me anymore. Some of you reading this may well know who I'm talking about as there are a couple. If this is you, and you are reading this, I apologise. It's just the feeling I get from you. To be fair, I don't really have the time, patience or mentality to wait for your friendship so goodbye is goodbye I'm afraid. I have plenty of very good friends out there who offer me as much support. So 1 loss won't hurt me.
Some may think my attitude is harsh, unforgiving and needless and some may agree with my philosophy but my life is that stretched that I don't have any space left to be troubled by friends who may not be who they say they are.. Sorry. To the friends I do have, and they are amongst the greatest there are, I love you all. And not in a gay way. Well....... ..... ... No.. I'm kidding! ;)
I've just thought though it is a fair few days since I've been properly down.. This is a good thing, but my brain takes the attitude of "If you're gonna say that then I'll make sure it doesn't last much longer!" joy... Even if I don't tell you this happened, I know it has, so it will happen. Don't worry I am confused aswell!
Right, that's DEFINITELY me done for tonight. I swear. I may well find some time to bloggle my feelings for tomorrow. If anyone would like a special mention, feel free to tell me, but don't be offended when I tell you to be quiet. :)
Cya x
Just before I start, a friend of mine who read the post before corrected me and said I should have said Joe Pasquale's testicles give him a high voice and not his penis.. technically he is right but it is just a "meh" moment! Who cares! You all knew what I meant right?
Ok, on to the main subject of the night.. friends. Now.. I have many of them. Most of them are from different sectors of my life, (i.e MAFC, refereeing, cricket) and some overlap them and some of them are just great friends. These friends have helped me out a lot recently, as I've mentioned too many times in this blog of mine. Some of them have gone AWOL, (Absent Without Leave for those of you who are not fans of abbs.) and this hurts. Some people have lost their way, sort of like me, and basically I feel they don't want to know me anymore. Some of you reading this may well know who I'm talking about as there are a couple. If this is you, and you are reading this, I apologise. It's just the feeling I get from you. To be fair, I don't really have the time, patience or mentality to wait for your friendship so goodbye is goodbye I'm afraid. I have plenty of very good friends out there who offer me as much support. So 1 loss won't hurt me.
Some may think my attitude is harsh, unforgiving and needless and some may agree with my philosophy but my life is that stretched that I don't have any space left to be troubled by friends who may not be who they say they are.. Sorry. To the friends I do have, and they are amongst the greatest there are, I love you all. And not in a gay way. Well....... ..... ... No.. I'm kidding! ;)
I've just thought though it is a fair few days since I've been properly down.. This is a good thing, but my brain takes the attitude of "If you're gonna say that then I'll make sure it doesn't last much longer!" joy... Even if I don't tell you this happened, I know it has, so it will happen. Don't worry I am confused aswell!
Right, that's DEFINITELY me done for tonight. I swear. I may well find some time to bloggle my feelings for tomorrow. If anyone would like a special mention, feel free to tell me, but don't be offended when I tell you to be quiet. :)
Cya x
Thursday 4 February 2010
A Korma And An Orange Juice..
... cos I dont do alcohol unless I plan on getting completely smashed, which wasn't the plan - so I didn't! If this entry sounds slightly rushed by the way, it is because I have already typed it out once but my internet browser decided to "Not Respond" and I had to shut down and start all over again... I have a crummy Laptop..
Something else that's crummy is the good ol' job hunt! Its about as impossible to find a job at the moment than it is to find a needle in a haystack or testicles on Joe Pasquale. Nion impossible! I've almost got used to the feeling of not getting a job but half of me wants something to do with my days and part of me doesn't mind being a lazy bum! So I'm happy either way!
My curry was very nice thank you very much for asking! I'm not into the Madras', Vindaloo's and Jalfrezi's so I stick to the mild (and some would say, boring) stuff! Very nice none the less! And I went with a few good friends and we had a good laugh! Was a grand evening! Surrounded by over-polite Indian Waiters and luscious food on a Thursday night... what can be better?!
Well.. it would have been better if we had won out 7-a-side match beforehand... To be truthful, I had a complete nightmare. A lesson in How Not To Be A Goalkeeper by Tom "Mitten" Carr! Oh well... I just hope it doesn't last for so long.. We have a big cup match on Sunday! Also this weekend, I am refereeing 3 football matches which should a) keep me busy and b) bring in some much needed monies and of course most importantly, c) improve my refereeing skills! *innocent look*..
Well that's all I need and want to say for the time being.. I may well be on later in the night in the early hours of the morning when the owls are hooting and the hedgehogs are being run down on the main roads by flashy Audi's as they drive home at 110mph from their endless marketing jobs at 2.30am! Nice! If not though, have a lovely-jubbly couple of days!
Ciao x
Something else that's crummy is the good ol' job hunt! Its about as impossible to find a job at the moment than it is to find a needle in a haystack or testicles on Joe Pasquale. Nion impossible! I've almost got used to the feeling of not getting a job but half of me wants something to do with my days and part of me doesn't mind being a lazy bum! So I'm happy either way!
My curry was very nice thank you very much for asking! I'm not into the Madras', Vindaloo's and Jalfrezi's so I stick to the mild (and some would say, boring) stuff! Very nice none the less! And I went with a few good friends and we had a good laugh! Was a grand evening! Surrounded by over-polite Indian Waiters and luscious food on a Thursday night... what can be better?!
Well.. it would have been better if we had won out 7-a-side match beforehand... To be truthful, I had a complete nightmare. A lesson in How Not To Be A Goalkeeper by Tom "Mitten" Carr! Oh well... I just hope it doesn't last for so long.. We have a big cup match on Sunday! Also this weekend, I am refereeing 3 football matches which should a) keep me busy and b) bring in some much needed monies and of course most importantly, c) improve my refereeing skills! *innocent look*..
Well that's all I need and want to say for the time being.. I may well be on later in the night in the early hours of the morning when the owls are hooting and the hedgehogs are being run down on the main roads by flashy Audi's as they drive home at 110mph from their endless marketing jobs at 2.30am! Nice! If not though, have a lovely-jubbly couple of days!
Ciao x
Wednesday 3 February 2010
A Bit About Me
Other than my very first blog, I've failed you as readers. The only things you know about me are the disastrous last couple of years of sadness and depression yet this hasn't been the case my whole life. In fact, it's mostly been the complete opposite. I'd be naive to say my childhood was hazardous because I reckon I had one of the very best.
20th May 1991 was when it all started, (I nearly typed 1001 there as a typo, which would of made me 1008 years old. Lucky I spotted that...) Anyway, my first passion in life was football. From a very, very early age you would never see me without donning my green and gold Man Utd kit and a mitre football at my feet, regardless of whether my right foot was strong enough to kick it. That Green and Gold kit was awful aswell.. If I was seen wearing that in 2010 I would be bullied off the face of the earth.. Besides, for the whole length of time where my age was a single digit, football was my one and only hobby. I spent from 6 years old till I was about 11 playing for a team called Samba Soccer as a centre midfielder. I vaguely remember scoring direct from a corner and punching someone in the face when i was 7 or 8 and not getting sent off for it.. Thank God things have changed! There were some properly good players in that team aswell and I even played against one of them this season. He still remembers me from the good old days, which is great!
I then had a very brief spell at Luton Town School of Excellence, whereas most of my friends at school who were good enough went to Northampton. My first true taste of rivalry! I only ever played in 2 matches though.. then my interest started to wane. I always felt I was introduced to the higher levels of the game much too early and this ruined the main reason why I played football in the first place. Enjoyment. As an 11-12 year old, you didn't want to travel half the length of the country to play a 30-minute per half match then trek home again.. It was stupid. I also played for a sunday league team, BPR. I quit on the first day of the 2004-05 season - I didn't like the manager and I was bored of the game.
This is when, after a few months, I decided to qualify as a referee. I still maintain this is the most valuable thing I have done with my life. Learning the game from an officials point of view was fantastic and the test of character I've developed over the 4 and a half years I have been a referee has been priceless. I honestly feel if I hadn't have developed some sort of backbone and mental strength to deal with morons on the football pitch, my troubles of the last couple of years would have been much harder.. I've been given great opportunities aswell and of course there have been major highs and major lows - but that's what makes it so great.
The last couple of years, I've delved deep into other sports. Mainly golf and cricket. I've learnt the sports fairly quickly and enjoy spending my time playing them. It gives me a release and gives me time to concentrate on something other than my brain. It's been great, yet fairly expensive! I feel more things will happen on that front in the near future, aswell as the refereeing. I haven't forgotten about playing football either. The last couple of years I've been playing Sunday morning football, as a goalkeeper, (mainly after spending one day down the park playing a blinder in goal and sticking with it ever since!)
Sport hasn't been my whole life though. I've had a brief and enjoyable acting career, mainly at school, which has vastly increased my confidence and gave me something to be terribly nervous about coming up to performance nights! I used to suffer terribly with nerves.. I remember my first ever play.. I had about 4 or 5 lines but I was convinced I would stuff them up! I did well though and never looked back! I'd like to get back into that if I could.. I may well look in to that in the near future...
Sport though, has been my main release from the troubles of the last couple of years. I am at my happiest when on some sort of pitch or course. Some of you may well be saying, why not follow a career in sport if you love it so much? Thing is, I would, if I wasn't afraid that if I spent my WHOLE life doing it - I would get fed up of it, leaving me with nothing. Maybe it sounds stupid? Just what I think..
Changing subjects completely, I've never really been the person for relationships. I like to keep myself to myself and just hang out with friends and have a laugh. I've had girlfriends in the past, but I've never really felt all that comfortable in them. Maybe it was me being confused with my sexuality or maybe I was just the sort of person who likes to be alone occasionally, it had nothing to do with the girls themselves. I've never really understood them. They're like a whole new species! It hasn't concerned me so much though..
So there you go. A bit about me that you may not have known before, or maybe you did. I just felt like you should know that there is more to me than the depressed or sad outlook that you see and hear today. My childhood was a good one, and sometimes it helps a lot to think of the good days, when fears and worries were non-existant, (except for if you were trying to avoid Wild Rattatas on Pokemon Red... the annoying little things!) ;)
Cya x
20th May 1991 was when it all started, (I nearly typed 1001 there as a typo, which would of made me 1008 years old. Lucky I spotted that...) Anyway, my first passion in life was football. From a very, very early age you would never see me without donning my green and gold Man Utd kit and a mitre football at my feet, regardless of whether my right foot was strong enough to kick it. That Green and Gold kit was awful aswell.. If I was seen wearing that in 2010 I would be bullied off the face of the earth.. Besides, for the whole length of time where my age was a single digit, football was my one and only hobby. I spent from 6 years old till I was about 11 playing for a team called Samba Soccer as a centre midfielder. I vaguely remember scoring direct from a corner and punching someone in the face when i was 7 or 8 and not getting sent off for it.. Thank God things have changed! There were some properly good players in that team aswell and I even played against one of them this season. He still remembers me from the good old days, which is great!
I then had a very brief spell at Luton Town School of Excellence, whereas most of my friends at school who were good enough went to Northampton. My first true taste of rivalry! I only ever played in 2 matches though.. then my interest started to wane. I always felt I was introduced to the higher levels of the game much too early and this ruined the main reason why I played football in the first place. Enjoyment. As an 11-12 year old, you didn't want to travel half the length of the country to play a 30-minute per half match then trek home again.. It was stupid. I also played for a sunday league team, BPR. I quit on the first day of the 2004-05 season - I didn't like the manager and I was bored of the game.
This is when, after a few months, I decided to qualify as a referee. I still maintain this is the most valuable thing I have done with my life. Learning the game from an officials point of view was fantastic and the test of character I've developed over the 4 and a half years I have been a referee has been priceless. I honestly feel if I hadn't have developed some sort of backbone and mental strength to deal with morons on the football pitch, my troubles of the last couple of years would have been much harder.. I've been given great opportunities aswell and of course there have been major highs and major lows - but that's what makes it so great.
The last couple of years, I've delved deep into other sports. Mainly golf and cricket. I've learnt the sports fairly quickly and enjoy spending my time playing them. It gives me a release and gives me time to concentrate on something other than my brain. It's been great, yet fairly expensive! I feel more things will happen on that front in the near future, aswell as the refereeing. I haven't forgotten about playing football either. The last couple of years I've been playing Sunday morning football, as a goalkeeper, (mainly after spending one day down the park playing a blinder in goal and sticking with it ever since!)
Sport hasn't been my whole life though. I've had a brief and enjoyable acting career, mainly at school, which has vastly increased my confidence and gave me something to be terribly nervous about coming up to performance nights! I used to suffer terribly with nerves.. I remember my first ever play.. I had about 4 or 5 lines but I was convinced I would stuff them up! I did well though and never looked back! I'd like to get back into that if I could.. I may well look in to that in the near future...
Sport though, has been my main release from the troubles of the last couple of years. I am at my happiest when on some sort of pitch or course. Some of you may well be saying, why not follow a career in sport if you love it so much? Thing is, I would, if I wasn't afraid that if I spent my WHOLE life doing it - I would get fed up of it, leaving me with nothing. Maybe it sounds stupid? Just what I think..
Changing subjects completely, I've never really been the person for relationships. I like to keep myself to myself and just hang out with friends and have a laugh. I've had girlfriends in the past, but I've never really felt all that comfortable in them. Maybe it was me being confused with my sexuality or maybe I was just the sort of person who likes to be alone occasionally, it had nothing to do with the girls themselves. I've never really understood them. They're like a whole new species! It hasn't concerned me so much though..
So there you go. A bit about me that you may not have known before, or maybe you did. I just felt like you should know that there is more to me than the depressed or sad outlook that you see and hear today. My childhood was a good one, and sometimes it helps a lot to think of the good days, when fears and worries were non-existant, (except for if you were trying to avoid Wild Rattatas on Pokemon Red... the annoying little things!) ;)
Cya x
Pass Out
This phrase has many meanings... You can 'pass out' as in collapse or black out if you run too much without enough Lucozade inside you. Or I believe 'passing out' is something you do when you finish uni? Maybe it's an American term... Or, going back to my old "having song titles as blog titles" thing, its a song by 'Tinie Tempah', (I suppose he doesn't have any qualifications if he spells Tiny Temper like that..) but it is a very good song..
However, the reason for me writing my 2nd blog entry for today, for the 2nd day running... is not to discuss current music or the definitions of phrases. My topic for this entry children, is Law.
On the way home from football this evening, I saw 2 drivers using a mobile phone whilst driving, a group of what O.A.Ps call "hoodies" graffitiing a garden wall down Tyne Crescent and a man who was walking very strangely down Brecon Way drinking a bottle of beer. I believe drinking on the streets has been banned very recently. My point is simple however. All of these "criminals" (term used VERY loosely), at least LOOKED in their teens. I hate being labelled as a hooligan simpley because of my age by elders. It's a very prehistoric attitude to take. And also very ignorant and selfish. Not all of us are ASBO-hugging, knife-wielding maniacs simply because we are a modern generation. It's all complete tosh!
Sometimes I even think it jeopordises my chances of finding work. Employers take the attitude that us youth are lazy time-wasters and that older people can be trusted more and are more sensible. This is probably me being paranoid yet again, however. It's something I must get on with.
A great song has just come on. Fireflies by Owl Citeh. Yeah.. don't criticise my spelling blood init! The most overplayed song of the decade so far, but still has me listening to it! I still have this illness aswell... It's probably a cold or at a stretch a touch of flu but, tomorrow, I feel like milking it for all it's worth and claim its a pelvic infection. It'll be fun for a while.
Right, that's all I've got to say for now. Just felt like criticising the attitude of the general public for once. It felt right. Challenge complete.
Toodles x
However, the reason for me writing my 2nd blog entry for today, for the 2nd day running... is not to discuss current music or the definitions of phrases. My topic for this entry children, is Law.
On the way home from football this evening, I saw 2 drivers using a mobile phone whilst driving, a group of what O.A.Ps call "hoodies" graffitiing a garden wall down Tyne Crescent and a man who was walking very strangely down Brecon Way drinking a bottle of beer. I believe drinking on the streets has been banned very recently. My point is simple however. All of these "criminals" (term used VERY loosely), at least LOOKED in their teens. I hate being labelled as a hooligan simpley because of my age by elders. It's a very prehistoric attitude to take. And also very ignorant and selfish. Not all of us are ASBO-hugging, knife-wielding maniacs simply because we are a modern generation. It's all complete tosh!
Sometimes I even think it jeopordises my chances of finding work. Employers take the attitude that us youth are lazy time-wasters and that older people can be trusted more and are more sensible. This is probably me being paranoid yet again, however. It's something I must get on with.
A great song has just come on. Fireflies by Owl Citeh. Yeah.. don't criticise my spelling blood init! The most overplayed song of the decade so far, but still has me listening to it! I still have this illness aswell... It's probably a cold or at a stretch a touch of flu but, tomorrow, I feel like milking it for all it's worth and claim its a pelvic infection. It'll be fun for a while.
Right, that's all I've got to say for now. Just felt like criticising the attitude of the general public for once. It felt right. Challenge complete.
Toodles x
Tuesday 2 February 2010
Things Aren't THAT bad right?
Are they? I've been ill recently, genuinely, properly ill and yet my parents reckon it's still me being lazy and had a go at me for lying in bed all day despite me not physically being able to move so much by having a bout of man flu.. Oh joy..
On top of this, the rents have come up with a "comforting" suggestion that I should have counselling to a) sort out the old depression and b) decide where i want to be in the future. One thing I can say is that all of this was said yesterday and there was only one place I wanted to be and that was asleep in bed.. cos I was ill! Get it? ILL!
Now, don't get me wrong, people who are counsellors, (is that the right spelling?), or psychiatrists or whatever are probably great people. Being paid £120 per hour to act is if you know what the problem is must be phenomonal - but for the person who needs the counselling, they are simply being mugged. I might aswell go and give my money to a tramp and say "there you go mate, go wild!" whilst looking at his dirty yet probably very happy face with a tear of joy running down his cheek and thinking this person is the best person alive. I would feel better about myself at least..
But seriously, counselling is not the road to go down. I honestly think it is a complete waste of time, money, space, chicken and chips, (which is what I could eat instead of sitting in a room surrounded by fake certificates displaying Dr. Harold Gomez's qualifications on the Human Brain and its Functions). It's a definite no-go and I will not be updating this blog with any news on how my first session went - because there won't be one.
As for that interview, well, the company rang me today and wanted to update me on the "current situation" within the company. Apparently, they plan to increase their opening times to 9am till 7pm... Now.. I want a job, don't get me wrong... but 10 hour days?! Are you mentally retarded? I will be physically dead after 3 months of that - so I told them to F off, (in the politest way possible). Some of you may criticise me for doing that, some of you may not, but the fact of the matter is if I'm giving up my whole life and the only things I enjoy doing, just to get a company car. It's not happening. If i quit the things I enjoy doing, (football, refereeing, cricket at the weekend to name but a few), I would be even more depressed than I am now... if that is humanly possible!
So, I'm back to square one, happily. Better than taking a job I would be hugely unhappy in. I rang NAS back up. No.. not the black gangster rapper man, but the National Apprenticeship Service, (not Society), and they said they'd "send me some literature in the post". If this turns out to be Of Mice and Men, I won't be best pleased... I can't be doing with more GCSE English texts thank you very much.. I'd rather not be taken back to the days of Ms.Lotay and her American accents.. *shivers*.
What has the rest of the week got in store? Well this weekend I'm refereeing 3 football matches, which will bring in some much needed WONGA at least! (apologies for the cockney accent..) and playing in one myself. Big cup match! Ohh! Ermm... job-hunting, bumming around, (not in the literal sense although you never know) and generally being lazy. Fun times!
I suppose that's it. You wanted an update Beddoe so you got one! Happy?! (You have to keep him happy because he'll start to go red, followed swiftly by blue and purple before his head explodes in a flurry of brain full of programming all over your laptop screen... I imagine it wouldn't be very nice...)
Besides. I find myself once again, speaking complete tosh. So I will go to Tesco's.
Ciao x
On top of this, the rents have come up with a "comforting" suggestion that I should have counselling to a) sort out the old depression and b) decide where i want to be in the future. One thing I can say is that all of this was said yesterday and there was only one place I wanted to be and that was asleep in bed.. cos I was ill! Get it? ILL!
Now, don't get me wrong, people who are counsellors, (is that the right spelling?), or psychiatrists or whatever are probably great people. Being paid £120 per hour to act is if you know what the problem is must be phenomonal - but for the person who needs the counselling, they are simply being mugged. I might aswell go and give my money to a tramp and say "there you go mate, go wild!" whilst looking at his dirty yet probably very happy face with a tear of joy running down his cheek and thinking this person is the best person alive. I would feel better about myself at least..
But seriously, counselling is not the road to go down. I honestly think it is a complete waste of time, money, space, chicken and chips, (which is what I could eat instead of sitting in a room surrounded by fake certificates displaying Dr. Harold Gomez's qualifications on the Human Brain and its Functions). It's a definite no-go and I will not be updating this blog with any news on how my first session went - because there won't be one.
As for that interview, well, the company rang me today and wanted to update me on the "current situation" within the company. Apparently, they plan to increase their opening times to 9am till 7pm... Now.. I want a job, don't get me wrong... but 10 hour days?! Are you mentally retarded? I will be physically dead after 3 months of that - so I told them to F off, (in the politest way possible). Some of you may criticise me for doing that, some of you may not, but the fact of the matter is if I'm giving up my whole life and the only things I enjoy doing, just to get a company car. It's not happening. If i quit the things I enjoy doing, (football, refereeing, cricket at the weekend to name but a few), I would be even more depressed than I am now... if that is humanly possible!
So, I'm back to square one, happily. Better than taking a job I would be hugely unhappy in. I rang NAS back up. No.. not the black gangster rapper man, but the National Apprenticeship Service, (not Society), and they said they'd "send me some literature in the post". If this turns out to be Of Mice and Men, I won't be best pleased... I can't be doing with more GCSE English texts thank you very much.. I'd rather not be taken back to the days of Ms.Lotay and her American accents.. *shivers*.
What has the rest of the week got in store? Well this weekend I'm refereeing 3 football matches, which will bring in some much needed WONGA at least! (apologies for the cockney accent..) and playing in one myself. Big cup match! Ohh! Ermm... job-hunting, bumming around, (not in the literal sense although you never know) and generally being lazy. Fun times!
I suppose that's it. You wanted an update Beddoe so you got one! Happy?! (You have to keep him happy because he'll start to go red, followed swiftly by blue and purple before his head explodes in a flurry of brain full of programming all over your laptop screen... I imagine it wouldn't be very nice...)
Besides. I find myself once again, speaking complete tosh. So I will go to Tesco's.
Ciao x
Monday 1 February 2010
Another Day In Paradise
Apologies for yet another title that resembles a song title.. but it's a Phil Collins classic and resembles my thoughts at this current moment in time. Not often do I put in 2 blog entries for a day - but if I want to write something, I will thanks very much!
In a normal person's mind, the best time of their life is when they are not working, (or "on holiday" as it is commonly known). For me at the moment, life is one large holiday waiting to end. I'm getting to the stage now where I have become so used to the lazy lifestyle that I've forgotten what its like to work. Not that I knew in the first place... ;) The job hunt isn't going especially well, the main reason being I'm about as uncertain of where I want to go as a confused gypsy, (or 'Traveller' if I'm being PC..), and as mentioned before, this concerns me.
I've thought about it. I've had time to. I've thought I might aswell go down the lines of things I have at least a little experience in, but I haven't a clue if this is where I want to go. The hours are just tiring and I just know that after every days work, I'll conk out on my bed as if I've been knocked out by Mike Tyson! So I'm not all enthusiastic about it.. I got a phone call from the National Apprenticeship Society aswell, (or NAS if you're into abbreviations). Im not so sure... sounds a bit like manual labour to me.. I have a phobia of manual labour.. some would call it laziness, ha!
So I'm fairly sure I have another week off next week! This job does have good holiday I'll give it that. Job title - Lazy Git! Doesn't pay well though... I wouldn't recommend it as a career.
I have to admit, I was just about to type "G'night" but then Don't Stop Believin' came on on my Windows Media Playlist, (thats the original - not any of this Glee crap!) so I'm figuring I'll stay a little while longer!
The only words going through my head are "Streetlight people! Livin' just to find emotion!" Man.. I love this song! Best song of all time and if anyone has the audacity to think otherwise they will be hung, drawn and quartered!
Anyway, I'll cease blabbering on. No doubt I'll have some developments, (or not), in a couple of days or whatever.
G'night! x
In a normal person's mind, the best time of their life is when they are not working, (or "on holiday" as it is commonly known). For me at the moment, life is one large holiday waiting to end. I'm getting to the stage now where I have become so used to the lazy lifestyle that I've forgotten what its like to work. Not that I knew in the first place... ;) The job hunt isn't going especially well, the main reason being I'm about as uncertain of where I want to go as a confused gypsy, (or 'Traveller' if I'm being PC..), and as mentioned before, this concerns me.
I've thought about it. I've had time to. I've thought I might aswell go down the lines of things I have at least a little experience in, but I haven't a clue if this is where I want to go. The hours are just tiring and I just know that after every days work, I'll conk out on my bed as if I've been knocked out by Mike Tyson! So I'm not all enthusiastic about it.. I got a phone call from the National Apprenticeship Society aswell, (or NAS if you're into abbreviations). Im not so sure... sounds a bit like manual labour to me.. I have a phobia of manual labour.. some would call it laziness, ha!
So I'm fairly sure I have another week off next week! This job does have good holiday I'll give it that. Job title - Lazy Git! Doesn't pay well though... I wouldn't recommend it as a career.
I have to admit, I was just about to type "G'night" but then Don't Stop Believin' came on on my Windows Media Playlist, (thats the original - not any of this Glee crap!) so I'm figuring I'll stay a little while longer!
The only words going through my head are "Streetlight people! Livin' just to find emotion!" Man.. I love this song! Best song of all time and if anyone has the audacity to think otherwise they will be hung, drawn and quartered!
Anyway, I'll cease blabbering on. No doubt I'll have some developments, (or not), in a couple of days or whatever.
G'night! x
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