Act Your Age...

... not your shoe size! Remember that phrase? Used to be one of my favourites! Now though, the shoe is on the other foot... (No pun intended, even if it was a poor one.)

No, you see, I had my first "proper" shift tonight, (as the ones before had been "training shifts"), and I got to work with the other new guy for the first time. Now, for most of the week I'd been fairly worried about this because as we're both new, we both may struggle. However, what I was greeted with was an ageing man who, because he's been there about 4 days longer than me, suddenly thinks he's my manager. Or the King Of England. Seriously, he was ordering me about as if he was my boss, with a swagger to suggest, "I'm the boss round here" and then when I asked him why his badge said "trainee", he blushed. Moron. Can't even get a name tag with your name on it. And you're acting as if you're my manager? Grow up. Power-crazy, grey-haired, Mr "I can't touch food" son of an elephant! No, I shouldn't make fun of his made-up condition which means he can't do the bakery stuff. Some people are that lazy and you shouldn't make fun of them. Idiot.

Despite this, the shift went reasonably quickly, except for the last couple of hours which clearly always go slowly in any job you do, just because God likes a laugh occasionally. Even the proper manager that came at 6am said that "I didn't do badly at all" and for someone who is allegedly evil in the mornings, I was fairly pleased with that. And walked home in a fairly satisfactory mood.

Now. Walking home. After 8 hours of solid manual labour, (I forgot to take my medication for my condition against manual labour this evening), walking home is the last thing you want to do. I do strange things to keep my mind off my aching feet and calves on the way home. Such as cut my journey up into fifths. The starting slog down Newnham Avenue, followed by the uphill descent of Haylands Way before the pit-stop/chicane at Queen's Drive shops before the back straight down Bowhill and the final sprint down Putnoe Street and Little Headlands before getting out my keys ready to open the door. Incidentally, that final leg was literally a sprint today because I was getting chased by a crack dealer.. I joke. I did sprint though. Keeps the muscles from seizing up. I can't wait to get the Mittenmobile back just so I don't have to walk home in the future.

Talking of 'future', I've been thinking. I'm not staying here very long. Sorry, but after a while of back-breaking labour, insulting drunk customers and trainees thinking they're managers, I will get sick of it. Now then. Big moment here. I'm not certain, however, I'm being drawn more and more to becoming a police officer. I have mentioned it before and I like the idea of it. I need to find out more about it first and the implications on your social life, (which seem to diminish with the job), which wouldn't be great... I'll keep on thinking about it.

Talking of social life, (I've got to admit, the linking between my paragraphs this morning has been top-notch), cricket. Now, again, I was supposed to be going to nets this afternoon but failed to make it because I was just whacked out. I let them know I wasn't going and went back to sleep. I was that tired, that I also nearly didn't make it to football training at 6:45 but just about got my act together to make it and have a decent training session. Despite getting a telling off from the gaffer about Tuesday. Not just me, but the whole team. I still maintain he deserved it. He's also an official on the Cup final.. The fickle fingers of fate!

Talking of fate .... No sorry I haven't got anything on fate, I just wanted to see if I could keep on linking.. Clearly not though. Sleep is now incredibly important in my life, (sorry for the drastic change in subject). Mainly because I get in from work at 6.30, then sit up for a bit because for some reason you don't feel tired when you get home.. Usually go to sleep around 7.30 then face the dilemma of more sleep, less social life or vice versa and face the consequences when you join Mr. I'm The King at work later.. Decisions decisions.. I was given the offer of going to nets again later, but 11.30am is beyond my capabilities so I didn't even bother saying I was going to go, as I know I wouldn't make it. I need to learn to get up a bit earlier than I am at the moment though, because I'll forget what it's like to see the clock say 14:00..

What else can I say? Yeah, more on the bastard I work with. The chances of him reading this are about as likely as me headlining Reading, so it's cool. Sorry, but I left school because I didn't want to feel like I was being told what to do anymore. I wanted to feel a feeling of independance and not to feel like a kid anymore. I would love it if we established what jobs we both needed to do and left each other to get on with. The less we speak to each other, the better. He's a moose. End of. Kaput. No argument.

Right, bed. (Joanna Lumley: You have e-mail!) Oh, go away! Spam anyway. "No I don't want a larger penis with a bonus offer of free heroin!" How stupid are these people..? Not as stupid as the guy I've got to spend most of my recent working life with anyway... Sigh. Put up with it Mitten. The time has passed now where you can complain about it. Get on with it.

Ciao x