Monday didn't exist for me yet again. After an eventful Sunday full of not sleeping, I was determind to make something of my night, despite the lack of things to do in the dark and the amount of people to do it with..
This meant calling upon people who I know would be awake at such times. People who have no knowledge of sleep and are hedgehogs like me. Ash and Toby were present and an epic drive was imminent. I do enjoy these drives, despite feeling a little quiet as they talk about the most random subjects on the planet, but today was a little different.. We didn't do as much driving, (although we did a bit and I added to my collection of animal disembowlements by running over a rabbit and spilling it's guts on to the road), but instead went for a little walk. Well, I say little.. In fact, it was definitely a few miles over a field and through some housing estate and back round again and seeing as we have had a lot of rain, and my trainers are getting old, I got wet socks.. Not the nicest of feelings as I'm sure you well know!
So now I'm home, with very little food to snack upon with a car full of Digestive crumbs and I'm bored. It's 04:46 and there is no point trying to get back into a normal sleeping pattern. I work again on Wednesday night and trying to amend it would be more tiring than leaving it. So I'm leaving it! Once again, I feel distant from the rest of the world who live normal lives as I will be asleep during the day tomorrow..
I'm going to be honest with you. As the nights get colder and the darkness drops in ever more suddenly, the slightest bit of depression is beginning to set in. With not a lot to look forward to at the weekends except a cold, wet football match and the coldness of nights, (especially in a store that spends nothing on heating), life is going to be grim. And don't I just know it.
Big news also. I've quit refereeing. For the time being at least, I cannot do what I have done all Summer with refereeing. Waking up at 1pm to be shouted at constantly will only make me more unpleasent and I get the feeling my health is being affected by it. One cannot possibly do all that he wants anymore... I sent an e-mail to the referee secretary, who, rather worringly, hasn't replied yet and I hope beyound anything that he isn't angry. He will be inside, just I hope he doesn't show it.. Please?
Times are still difficult at home, possibly made worse by me somehow ringing my Dad's mobile at 3am on Sunday night, somehow, but mistakes happen. My phone was off so something un-natural happened there...
Sometimes I just want things to be perfect. And sometimes, I just don't. Right now though, I want happiness. That is all.
x
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Saturday 28 August 2010
Sick Of It
Ohhh the past 36 hours or so have been rather tough...
We'll start with Thursday night which was surprisingly good, as I had wanted to keep my week's holiday going as long as humanly possible but maybe had a little too much to drink.. The results were, let's say, stomach churning.. A terrible hangover in the morning/afternoon but these should be embraced as they are only a reminder of what a good night you had!
Still, Friday had come. Back to work, and for the first time, probably since I started, I had the prospect of working, sleeping and then going out to referee. My first adult game. I really wasn't in a good mood. Arguing with the parents followed by 8 hours of hell with His Wallness and the new guy followed by more abuse at a football match whilst half asleep.. What else could go wrong?
You see, I have far less enthusiasm for refereeing than I do for cricket. Mountains worth of enthusiasm between the two, so when it came for me to wake up, 5 and a half hours after I had got home from work, I just couldn't do it... I had severely underestimated the task of waking up after little sleep to be shouted at, and I bottled it, big time. I "rang in sick", so to speak. I texted the referee secretary saying I had lost my voice and didn't feel too good. A blatent lie. I said I'd lost my voice so I didn't receive a phone call back! How petulant is that..?
I can't do it then. I can't wake up every Saturday to recieve abuse for something I'm not entirely sure I want to do. I need to act fast to change that and I'm going to make a few people very angry..
Work tonight though, is going to be a different prospect because I have the promise of the last cricket match of the season tomorrow, which means more enthusiasm on my part and probably a happier shift. Why am I like this?
Ciao x
We'll start with Thursday night which was surprisingly good, as I had wanted to keep my week's holiday going as long as humanly possible but maybe had a little too much to drink.. The results were, let's say, stomach churning.. A terrible hangover in the morning/afternoon but these should be embraced as they are only a reminder of what a good night you had!
Still, Friday had come. Back to work, and for the first time, probably since I started, I had the prospect of working, sleeping and then going out to referee. My first adult game. I really wasn't in a good mood. Arguing with the parents followed by 8 hours of hell with His Wallness and the new guy followed by more abuse at a football match whilst half asleep.. What else could go wrong?
You see, I have far less enthusiasm for refereeing than I do for cricket. Mountains worth of enthusiasm between the two, so when it came for me to wake up, 5 and a half hours after I had got home from work, I just couldn't do it... I had severely underestimated the task of waking up after little sleep to be shouted at, and I bottled it, big time. I "rang in sick", so to speak. I texted the referee secretary saying I had lost my voice and didn't feel too good. A blatent lie. I said I'd lost my voice so I didn't receive a phone call back! How petulant is that..?
I can't do it then. I can't wake up every Saturday to recieve abuse for something I'm not entirely sure I want to do. I need to act fast to change that and I'm going to make a few people very angry..
Work tonight though, is going to be a different prospect because I have the promise of the last cricket match of the season tomorrow, which means more enthusiasm on my part and probably a happier shift. Why am I like this?
Ciao x
Thursday 26 August 2010
Standing in the Rain
Today really has been atrocious weather wise and it hasn't been massively better events wise. Largely uneventful, ending in a tiresome wait to go to sleep as I feel I need to get back into the ways of the hedgehog for my short-awaited return to Hell..
The only event worth talking about, apart from the purchase of new goalkeeping gloves with flourescent velcro on them, is football training and the conversation that proceeded it. You see, what with the Pakistani weather we had today, training was ... well ... wet. Very wet. So wet, that when I dived to make a save I found myself skidding towards the corner flag with no real control and unable to stop. It was kind of fun doing that though and reminded me of times on holiday at a water park, skidding down the slides. Except today was a much more physically demanding and grey sort of day.. I played alright I suppose but the magic still isn't there to play. I'm looking forward to refereeing much more.
This is something Father Mitten clearly picked up on, (Hi Dad), as he questioned my commitment to playing this season. Part of me thinks he is just doing it to protect me but most of me thinks he wants a new, better, more enthusiastic and ultimately more awake keeper than he currently has. There is another guy, I believe his name is Lucas, who wants to play in goal and I get the impression that Father Mitten wants him. And he is using the excuse of me working nights to try not to offend me.. Still, it may be me being paranoid. And even so, I get the feeling you're reading this now anyway, so now you know.
It won't stop me being honest in this blog. It's the only chance I get to reveal my true feelings as I am too cowardly to say it to people's faces. Scared of the reaction.
One day/night of holiday to go and this weekend is a Bank Holiday weekend. Oh the joys!
Laters x
The only event worth talking about, apart from the purchase of new goalkeeping gloves with flourescent velcro on them, is football training and the conversation that proceeded it. You see, what with the Pakistani weather we had today, training was ... well ... wet. Very wet. So wet, that when I dived to make a save I found myself skidding towards the corner flag with no real control and unable to stop. It was kind of fun doing that though and reminded me of times on holiday at a water park, skidding down the slides. Except today was a much more physically demanding and grey sort of day.. I played alright I suppose but the magic still isn't there to play. I'm looking forward to refereeing much more.
This is something Father Mitten clearly picked up on, (Hi Dad), as he questioned my commitment to playing this season. Part of me thinks he is just doing it to protect me but most of me thinks he wants a new, better, more enthusiastic and ultimately more awake keeper than he currently has. There is another guy, I believe his name is Lucas, who wants to play in goal and I get the impression that Father Mitten wants him. And he is using the excuse of me working nights to try not to offend me.. Still, it may be me being paranoid. And even so, I get the feeling you're reading this now anyway, so now you know.
It won't stop me being honest in this blog. It's the only chance I get to reveal my true feelings as I am too cowardly to say it to people's faces. Scared of the reaction.
One day/night of holiday to go and this weekend is a Bank Holiday weekend. Oh the joys!
Laters x
Wednesday 25 August 2010
The Legend of Fast-Track
Tonight was rather interesting. I had a league meeting tonight with the new league I'm refereeing in and got offered a rather interesting proposition.. I was expecting an offer of some sort as I had been pre-warned that something was going to be said to me, "in private after the meeting", so I was a tad curious..
Today has been a day of meetings. I had my first yearly appraisal at work today, (even though I've only been there for 5 months..), and everything went OK. I got an E grade, and no, it's not like school grading. More like Harry Potter grading really, where 'E' stands for 'Expected'. Everything went swimmingly, except for my request to be transferred to day shifts which was aptly turned down by the manager who claimed he didn't have the hours to give me.. Never mind.. I shall muddle on, working at ungodly hours and barracading through The Wall every night. Maybe I should just go for it...?
As for when I got home, my parents seemed to spend an age reading through the report I got with the appraisal, and it took me back to the days of the school report. My Dad commented on my Attitude section, which I got an E+ in, (Exceptional). He said, "Your attitude at work is clearly better than at home then!", in which I replied, "Yeah, it's just you're fault really." I did mean it to be a joke, but I can't help but feel a modicum of truth in that statement.. Dad knew it aswell and my need to move out and find independance is really hitting home now. Relationships at home have hit an all-time low especially at this hard time, but financially, getting a place of my own .... it's just not happening..
Still, I had the refereeing meeting to look forward to in the evening, even if it meant travelling to Luton via Canberra to get there, (thanks SatNav and road closures), but it was well worth the travelling to hear what I had to hear tonight. Like I said, I knew something was going to be said to me, and I was right.
I was offered an easy route to promotion. Easy games with easy assessors to boost me further and get me to Level 5 instead of the Level 6 I'm going for. In other words, cheating. Now I understand how some people have got so far, but I'm disappointed to see an element of corruption in the world of officialdom. Makes me think everything is corrupt and people will do anything for success and glory..
I can't help but think though, I'm looking forward to refereeing all of a sudden. It all starts on Thursday. Good!
Cya x
Today has been a day of meetings. I had my first yearly appraisal at work today, (even though I've only been there for 5 months..), and everything went OK. I got an E grade, and no, it's not like school grading. More like Harry Potter grading really, where 'E' stands for 'Expected'. Everything went swimmingly, except for my request to be transferred to day shifts which was aptly turned down by the manager who claimed he didn't have the hours to give me.. Never mind.. I shall muddle on, working at ungodly hours and barracading through The Wall every night. Maybe I should just go for it...?
As for when I got home, my parents seemed to spend an age reading through the report I got with the appraisal, and it took me back to the days of the school report. My Dad commented on my Attitude section, which I got an E+ in, (Exceptional). He said, "Your attitude at work is clearly better than at home then!", in which I replied, "Yeah, it's just you're fault really." I did mean it to be a joke, but I can't help but feel a modicum of truth in that statement.. Dad knew it aswell and my need to move out and find independance is really hitting home now. Relationships at home have hit an all-time low especially at this hard time, but financially, getting a place of my own .... it's just not happening..
Still, I had the refereeing meeting to look forward to in the evening, even if it meant travelling to Luton via Canberra to get there, (thanks SatNav and road closures), but it was well worth the travelling to hear what I had to hear tonight. Like I said, I knew something was going to be said to me, and I was right.
I was offered an easy route to promotion. Easy games with easy assessors to boost me further and get me to Level 5 instead of the Level 6 I'm going for. In other words, cheating. Now I understand how some people have got so far, but I'm disappointed to see an element of corruption in the world of officialdom. Makes me think everything is corrupt and people will do anything for success and glory..
I can't help but think though, I'm looking forward to refereeing all of a sudden. It all starts on Thursday. Good!
Cya x
Sunday 22 August 2010
A Convoy To The Lesser Sport
Today has been a jam-packed day of sport, exactly what a beautiful weekend day should be like. The last dregs of Summer shone through the skies today and I took full advantage. Pretty much.
With the trials and tribulations of the past week still searing like the Sun that shone so brightly, today was a welcome break and I enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed the cricket anyway.. Football? I'm not so sure anymore.. Football is too competitive for me nowadays. This morning saw our 3rd pre-season friendly, our last before the season starts, and everyone was giving it 100% wanting to win, arguing with the referee and getting into fracas and I'm standing in goal thinking, "Why am I bothering with all of this?" Don't forget also that I had had a good night's sleep. When the season starts proper, I'll be thinking that on the back of no hours sleep. I suddenly have lost all ambition to play the sport I once loved.. We organised a convoy from home to the place we were playing, in the middle of nowhere 40 minutes away, and consequently played useless for a 3-1 loss. No matter, I rushed off for the 2nd instalment of my sporting day. Cricket.
Much more my sport these days. Calm, collected, gentlemanly with very few cases of arguing and furore. I felt like I was going to get a lot of runs today, but it just didn't happen. I played a shocker of a shot and played all round a straight one, but got a rare call from Captain Beddoe to open the bowling. A very solid 3-30. It was also a good laugh between the two teams and was generally a much better and enjoyable experience than the morning. Casms worth of enjoyment split the 2, and it's a shame it's the end of the cricket season. Now it's football.. And I've decided. I don't want to play.
Refereeing is a different matter. We'll see how that goes on a Saturday afternoon but I'm starting to feel a little nervous about it all, even now. Adult football is not something I'm used to managing and I'm sort of scared I'll lose all control. Still, it's better than playing in an over-competitive team on a cold, wet Sunday morning with no sleep. But I can't pull out now.. It's too late.
Still, on the plus side, I enjoyed a nice curry this evening and I still have 4 days off to enjoy and relax, before going back to work with His Wallness.. Sigh..
You don't want to know what's just entered my head..
Bye x
With the trials and tribulations of the past week still searing like the Sun that shone so brightly, today was a welcome break and I enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed the cricket anyway.. Football? I'm not so sure anymore.. Football is too competitive for me nowadays. This morning saw our 3rd pre-season friendly, our last before the season starts, and everyone was giving it 100% wanting to win, arguing with the referee and getting into fracas and I'm standing in goal thinking, "Why am I bothering with all of this?" Don't forget also that I had had a good night's sleep. When the season starts proper, I'll be thinking that on the back of no hours sleep. I suddenly have lost all ambition to play the sport I once loved.. We organised a convoy from home to the place we were playing, in the middle of nowhere 40 minutes away, and consequently played useless for a 3-1 loss. No matter, I rushed off for the 2nd instalment of my sporting day. Cricket.
Much more my sport these days. Calm, collected, gentlemanly with very few cases of arguing and furore. I felt like I was going to get a lot of runs today, but it just didn't happen. I played a shocker of a shot and played all round a straight one, but got a rare call from Captain Beddoe to open the bowling. A very solid 3-30. It was also a good laugh between the two teams and was generally a much better and enjoyable experience than the morning. Casms worth of enjoyment split the 2, and it's a shame it's the end of the cricket season. Now it's football.. And I've decided. I don't want to play.
Refereeing is a different matter. We'll see how that goes on a Saturday afternoon but I'm starting to feel a little nervous about it all, even now. Adult football is not something I'm used to managing and I'm sort of scared I'll lose all control. Still, it's better than playing in an over-competitive team on a cold, wet Sunday morning with no sleep. But I can't pull out now.. It's too late.
Still, on the plus side, I enjoyed a nice curry this evening and I still have 4 days off to enjoy and relax, before going back to work with His Wallness.. Sigh..
You don't want to know what's just entered my head..
Bye x
Saturday 21 August 2010
I'm Like A Kiddo Really
Today is the first time I can play a cricket match on the back of a good night's sleep, despite waking up at 6.30am, almost like a child waiting for santa or waiting to leave for a holiday. You all know the feeling, lying there for hours waiting for the call from your parents that you're allowed to go downstairs and open your presents.. Today, wierdly, is like that for me with cricket. Usually, I'm asleep and struggling to wake up half an hour before the start, but today... I'm raring to go.
I'm in the mood to hit some big runs, but someone told me the pitch at the place we're playing isn't good for it so, we'll see. I'm just looking forward to it immensely! Tonight aswell, a monster curry followed by a couple of drinks before another night off and football tomorrow followed by another 5 days off... Happy Mitten!
Nothing more to say.
Ciao x
I'm in the mood to hit some big runs, but someone told me the pitch at the place we're playing isn't good for it so, we'll see. I'm just looking forward to it immensely! Tonight aswell, a monster curry followed by a couple of drinks before another night off and football tomorrow followed by another 5 days off... Happy Mitten!
Nothing more to say.
Ciao x
Thursday 19 August 2010
Judgement Day
Not for me. I had my time last year when I genuinely didn't care what grades I got. All I wanted to do was go home and live for the present. It doesn't matter what I got.. Still, good luck to the people who do care this morning and I have heard of success stories already. People getting confirmation letters in the post that they've reached their university places before they've even got their results. Good for them.
The last day or so have been incredibly strained in the Mitten household. Things seem as if they are standing still and all resolve around this... event.. I may be seen to not care so much, making a joke out of it maybe but I suppose that's just the way I deal with loss. I needed to find out how I reacted because I never have had the chance to before.. Still, like my Dad said, the only certain thing in life is death.
1 more day for me, then a week off. A weekend of just relaxing, cricket and maybe a party here or there.
I'm looking forward to that, just a shame about the black cloud that hangs overhead..
R.I.P.
x
The last day or so have been incredibly strained in the Mitten household. Things seem as if they are standing still and all resolve around this... event.. I may be seen to not care so much, making a joke out of it maybe but I suppose that's just the way I deal with loss. I needed to find out how I reacted because I never have had the chance to before.. Still, like my Dad said, the only certain thing in life is death.
1 more day for me, then a week off. A weekend of just relaxing, cricket and maybe a party here or there.
I'm looking forward to that, just a shame about the black cloud that hangs overhead..
R.I.P.
x
Wednesday 18 August 2010
Losing Someone
83. She had a good innings. But ultimately she got bowled through the gate by one that kept a little low and she won't go on to get her maiden ton..
Yeah, my Grandmother died this afternoon. It's all sad around here at the moment and after getting back from football and walking through the front door to find Mum in pieces was probably the worst moment of my life. It didn't even need an explanation, we all knew what had happened.
Bear in mind this is a whole new experience for me. I don't know what it feels like to lose someone so close. The last time it happened, I was a measly 3 years old when my Grandad died and apparently I was too young to go to the funeral, so instead spent the time giving the neighbours a hindrance. I don't really know how to react. Not really sure what to do.
It's like that story that people talk about when someone recieves the news that they have Cancer. 85% of people make a joke about it. I don't find this funny in the slightest, but part of me just thinks, "there isn't anything I can do and she's happier now". She is happier after all. She was never truly happy after my Grandad died and it was almost as if she wanted to up there and join him.. Now, they're enjoying a couple of G&T's while Grandad smokes one of his cigars. They're both happy now.
I was too young to appreciate the sadness of the situation back then. The only thing I remember about that day was seeing Mum crying in her bed, and it's really the same memory that will be left with me after today's events. I find it more upsetting to see my Mum crying more than anything else..
Now the formalities must begin. It's going to be a tough couple of weeks in this household that's for sure. Certainly a new experience for me..
Yeah, my Grandmother died this afternoon. It's all sad around here at the moment and after getting back from football and walking through the front door to find Mum in pieces was probably the worst moment of my life. It didn't even need an explanation, we all knew what had happened.
Bear in mind this is a whole new experience for me. I don't know what it feels like to lose someone so close. The last time it happened, I was a measly 3 years old when my Grandad died and apparently I was too young to go to the funeral, so instead spent the time giving the neighbours a hindrance. I don't really know how to react. Not really sure what to do.
It's like that story that people talk about when someone recieves the news that they have Cancer. 85% of people make a joke about it. I don't find this funny in the slightest, but part of me just thinks, "there isn't anything I can do and she's happier now". She is happier after all. She was never truly happy after my Grandad died and it was almost as if she wanted to up there and join him.. Now, they're enjoying a couple of G&T's while Grandad smokes one of his cigars. They're both happy now.
I was too young to appreciate the sadness of the situation back then. The only thing I remember about that day was seeing Mum crying in her bed, and it's really the same memory that will be left with me after today's events. I find it more upsetting to see my Mum crying more than anything else..
Now the formalities must begin. It's going to be a tough couple of weeks in this household that's for sure. Certainly a new experience for me..
Tuesday 17 August 2010
Food For Thought
It's not going to be a long post this. I got rid of all my thoughts yesterday, but right now, I'm incredibly bored and trying to waste time instead of going to bed and just lying there.
I woke up at 9:45pm, after my usual marathon sleep on a Monday after a sleep-free weekend and found myself with a whole night to fill. Luckily it hasn't been too bad, with my £8 worth of pure junk food to fill my stomach with, I've chatted to few people that I needed to catch up with and pretty much watched YouTube videos. It's such a waste but you can't exactly have a round of golf or a net. Bad light stops play.
Mondays are wierd. People usually hate Mondays but they literally don't exist for me anymore. I don't get a lot of sleep, if any, at the weekends so Mondays are spent catching up on lost time. Even with the hulabaloo of events today, nothing has awoken me until I need to awake. It's extremely eerie at this time of night and with no one around to speak to, incredibly lonely aswell. I did think of going on a night time drive, just around, but I then decided I can't be bothered. Just like usual.
Well, that's that. No news of the bad news as of yet but I'm sure I will be updated in the morning. You all know what it is now.
Cya x
I woke up at 9:45pm, after my usual marathon sleep on a Monday after a sleep-free weekend and found myself with a whole night to fill. Luckily it hasn't been too bad, with my £8 worth of pure junk food to fill my stomach with, I've chatted to few people that I needed to catch up with and pretty much watched YouTube videos. It's such a waste but you can't exactly have a round of golf or a net. Bad light stops play.
Mondays are wierd. People usually hate Mondays but they literally don't exist for me anymore. I don't get a lot of sleep, if any, at the weekends so Mondays are spent catching up on lost time. Even with the hulabaloo of events today, nothing has awoken me until I need to awake. It's extremely eerie at this time of night and with no one around to speak to, incredibly lonely aswell. I did think of going on a night time drive, just around, but I then decided I can't be bothered. Just like usual.
Well, that's that. No news of the bad news as of yet but I'm sure I will be updated in the morning. You all know what it is now.
Cya x
Monday 16 August 2010
Opposites
Everything this weekend has gone the opposite to what I thought it would.
I thought work was going to be atrocious. In fact, it wasn't. The guy I was teaching is very competent, he listened well and we got on like a house on fire. We managed to get everything done in good time and it's great to work with some charisma and personality for once instead of the never ending drone of The Wall. I even got paid for an extra hour after the manager kept us behind for another unknown reason. Usually, he doesn't pay us, and I get on with it, keeping quiet while seething inside but overtime is overtime. Now I only have 2 fairly easy shifts to complete before another week off and all is well in the world of work. As well as it can get anyway.
However, on the other hand is the sport of cricket. I was looking forward to this weekend. 2 huge games at the top of the league which would make or break our season. On Saturday, our opponents got a good total of 0-0 and we chased it down inside 0 overs. In other words, it pissed it down all day and we had no game. I went to work in a bad mood. Yesterday however, we did have a game. 1st vs 2nd. Huge.
We got there and we lost the toss. Batting first on a pitch that didn't have a true bounce in it at all. It was moving about like Rik Waller on a bouncy castle and it was impossible. It didn't help we only had 10 players and then one of them didn't turn up because of an emergency at work, meaning we had 9. Not that it would of made a whole host of difference.. We got bowled out for 42 and lost by 8 wickets and was home by 3.30. Meant I could get a bit of kip I suppose. On a very ... very small plus side, I did edge behind and walked, (in other words, gave myself out), which was incredibly sporting on my part and I'm happy to see myself act in the spirit of the game. It's what it should be like.
Football? I was looking forward to it. First pre-season game and all but I was shattered after a very busy shift and couldn't do anything but get a couple of hours sleep. I still intended to play but come 9.30am, I just couldn't. I felt so rough and it just wasn't happening. Father Mitten was furious and I'm not embarrassed to admit a little tear ran from my right eye.. Father Mitten angry is probably worse than Satan in the morning. We drew 1-1 in my absence though and we have a game on Tuesday evening which is much more my time of day so I'll be good to go for that one.. Despite being called "an egg" by a team-mate earlier..
So, back to today and the notoriously slow Sunday night shift. I turned up at 10pm, doing more training for the new man but feeling slightly more positive about it, and then suddenly I was climbing in my car at 6.10am ... Going home. I can go home and sleep!
Just I got home, and my Dad opened the door, as he is accustomed to doing as he usually goes off to work at the time I get in. He usually whispers so he doesn't wake Mother Mitten. But this morning, he was practically shouting. He can't still be angry about earlier? Either that, or Mother Mitten isn't here... She wasn't...
I don't want to disclose in a blog what has happened. It's nothing too serious. But it's not nice news to come home to when you're in a good mood, after an indifferent weekend. Ask if you like.
Ciao x
I thought work was going to be atrocious. In fact, it wasn't. The guy I was teaching is very competent, he listened well and we got on like a house on fire. We managed to get everything done in good time and it's great to work with some charisma and personality for once instead of the never ending drone of The Wall. I even got paid for an extra hour after the manager kept us behind for another unknown reason. Usually, he doesn't pay us, and I get on with it, keeping quiet while seething inside but overtime is overtime. Now I only have 2 fairly easy shifts to complete before another week off and all is well in the world of work. As well as it can get anyway.
However, on the other hand is the sport of cricket. I was looking forward to this weekend. 2 huge games at the top of the league which would make or break our season. On Saturday, our opponents got a good total of 0-0 and we chased it down inside 0 overs. In other words, it pissed it down all day and we had no game. I went to work in a bad mood. Yesterday however, we did have a game. 1st vs 2nd. Huge.
We got there and we lost the toss. Batting first on a pitch that didn't have a true bounce in it at all. It was moving about like Rik Waller on a bouncy castle and it was impossible. It didn't help we only had 10 players and then one of them didn't turn up because of an emergency at work, meaning we had 9. Not that it would of made a whole host of difference.. We got bowled out for 42 and lost by 8 wickets and was home by 3.30. Meant I could get a bit of kip I suppose. On a very ... very small plus side, I did edge behind and walked, (in other words, gave myself out), which was incredibly sporting on my part and I'm happy to see myself act in the spirit of the game. It's what it should be like.
Football? I was looking forward to it. First pre-season game and all but I was shattered after a very busy shift and couldn't do anything but get a couple of hours sleep. I still intended to play but come 9.30am, I just couldn't. I felt so rough and it just wasn't happening. Father Mitten was furious and I'm not embarrassed to admit a little tear ran from my right eye.. Father Mitten angry is probably worse than Satan in the morning. We drew 1-1 in my absence though and we have a game on Tuesday evening which is much more my time of day so I'll be good to go for that one.. Despite being called "an egg" by a team-mate earlier..
So, back to today and the notoriously slow Sunday night shift. I turned up at 10pm, doing more training for the new man but feeling slightly more positive about it, and then suddenly I was climbing in my car at 6.10am ... Going home. I can go home and sleep!
Just I got home, and my Dad opened the door, as he is accustomed to doing as he usually goes off to work at the time I get in. He usually whispers so he doesn't wake Mother Mitten. But this morning, he was practically shouting. He can't still be angry about earlier? Either that, or Mother Mitten isn't here... She wasn't...
I don't want to disclose in a blog what has happened. It's nothing too serious. But it's not nice news to come home to when you're in a good mood, after an indifferent weekend. Ask if you like.
Ciao x
Saturday 14 August 2010
I've Not Enough Patience To Be Patient
It's hard when he's just standing there stumped at what to do when I could probably do it in a split second and get on with the job.
Tonight was difficult. My ambition once, (it does feel like a long time ago...), was to become a teacher but despite having patience to a degree the last few years, I feel I have lost some of that because I had very little this evening, teaching the new guy. This was only his 2nd shift, so his knowledge of BP procedure was obviously still very scratchy and obviously you cannot expect him to be perfect from the off, however, it took a few attempts at clearly explaining what to do and when he still didn't do it right, part of me wanted to rip the head off the next drunk customer and throw it at him. I never imagined it to be that frustrating. But it was. By 5.30am, I was physically and mentally exhausted, having not got a huge amount of sleep on Friday, but we still had the weekend papers to do.. Notorious for their large amount of supplements, we both struggled through them. I usually leave the task for The Wall, (I don't know how he manages it with his small amount of intellect, charisma and strength), so my knowledge of 'Which Supplement Goes With Which Paper?' isn't great. However, he pretty much stood and watched as I filled papers and hauled them around and put them out for tired customers to purchase without consideration of how much work had been put in to provide them..
I know it's not his fault. I was new once, but I can't help feeling it's incredibly frustrating and annoying. There were 3 of us tonight, but this evening it will just be us 2 and also on a Saturday night, so I cannot imagine it being massively enjoyable.. I have worked out a sort-of schedule for the night however, even if he doesn't like it, so I'm hoping it will pass without too much trouble. This time tomorrow, I may be getting a couple of hours kip before our first pre-season football match followed by a cricket match, (Monsoon permitting of course!), or I may be going out to buy 7 packets of Pro Plus. I can't be going through that again.. But I can't say no.
For the first time this season then, I am hoping for the rain to call off cricket. "Surely not!", I hear you say, but it's true. I need rest ahead of what is going to be a tough night at the BP garage. The pitch was incredibly borderline at 8pm yesterday and I know there were a couple of showers last night so hopefully sense will prevail and I can sleep. If not, then I will struggle on and hopefully hit a few runs. But for once, I would like to stay in bed and let the cricket gear gather a slight bit of dust. I'm going to need the sleep I reckon.
Also, before I go, I nearly made a life-changing decision last night. I decided I was going to go for it and become a Police Officer, but now I'm feeling the same-old 'What if' and I'm back to the old dilemma. I still have some time to decide but if I am going for the life-changing career, I feel that is where I belong. University is not an option for me anymore. Cuts are going to be massive and not many universities will offer places for people with grades of CEE. Never mind.
Oh, I get paid tomorrow. Most of it going to the parents I reckon. Again ... never mind. Like I said yesterday and the day before, I don't care. It's happened, I will get over it.
For now, I must get some rest. In case, later does happen. Whatever the result, the next couple of days are going to be a mental and physical challenge and, come Monday morning, I'll be content to be alive and not have a pair of scissors sticking out of my heart. It's that sorta life!
Ciao x
Tonight was difficult. My ambition once, (it does feel like a long time ago...), was to become a teacher but despite having patience to a degree the last few years, I feel I have lost some of that because I had very little this evening, teaching the new guy. This was only his 2nd shift, so his knowledge of BP procedure was obviously still very scratchy and obviously you cannot expect him to be perfect from the off, however, it took a few attempts at clearly explaining what to do and when he still didn't do it right, part of me wanted to rip the head off the next drunk customer and throw it at him. I never imagined it to be that frustrating. But it was. By 5.30am, I was physically and mentally exhausted, having not got a huge amount of sleep on Friday, but we still had the weekend papers to do.. Notorious for their large amount of supplements, we both struggled through them. I usually leave the task for The Wall, (I don't know how he manages it with his small amount of intellect, charisma and strength), so my knowledge of 'Which Supplement Goes With Which Paper?' isn't great. However, he pretty much stood and watched as I filled papers and hauled them around and put them out for tired customers to purchase without consideration of how much work had been put in to provide them..
I know it's not his fault. I was new once, but I can't help feeling it's incredibly frustrating and annoying. There were 3 of us tonight, but this evening it will just be us 2 and also on a Saturday night, so I cannot imagine it being massively enjoyable.. I have worked out a sort-of schedule for the night however, even if he doesn't like it, so I'm hoping it will pass without too much trouble. This time tomorrow, I may be getting a couple of hours kip before our first pre-season football match followed by a cricket match, (Monsoon permitting of course!), or I may be going out to buy 7 packets of Pro Plus. I can't be going through that again.. But I can't say no.
For the first time this season then, I am hoping for the rain to call off cricket. "Surely not!", I hear you say, but it's true. I need rest ahead of what is going to be a tough night at the BP garage. The pitch was incredibly borderline at 8pm yesterday and I know there were a couple of showers last night so hopefully sense will prevail and I can sleep. If not, then I will struggle on and hopefully hit a few runs. But for once, I would like to stay in bed and let the cricket gear gather a slight bit of dust. I'm going to need the sleep I reckon.
Also, before I go, I nearly made a life-changing decision last night. I decided I was going to go for it and become a Police Officer, but now I'm feeling the same-old 'What if' and I'm back to the old dilemma. I still have some time to decide but if I am going for the life-changing career, I feel that is where I belong. University is not an option for me anymore. Cuts are going to be massive and not many universities will offer places for people with grades of CEE. Never mind.
Oh, I get paid tomorrow. Most of it going to the parents I reckon. Again ... never mind. Like I said yesterday and the day before, I don't care. It's happened, I will get over it.
For now, I must get some rest. In case, later does happen. Whatever the result, the next couple of days are going to be a mental and physical challenge and, come Monday morning, I'll be content to be alive and not have a pair of scissors sticking out of my heart. It's that sorta life!
Ciao x
Friday 13 August 2010
Mr. Jack Daniels
This is incredibly dangerous. Typing out a bloggle when slightly intoxicated through too much of the stuff named above, when anything could be written without me giving a damn. Like I said earlier, I wouldn't give a damn about me earlier, but I wouldn't embarrass people. Now however? I really don't care about anything.
It was an average night. I was a bit ruined even before we got to Averageness Central, a.k.a Bedford High Street, and the bars and clubs were even more average and it was just a general night of complete average. Just all average. Obviously, I don't get out to drink much so my days of lightweight times are back and the small bottle of JD was enough to get me merry plus the few I had in the colour-changing bar plus a couple when we ran out of time, (Timeout people..), and that was me done. I was ready to go home when the music got a little bit bassy I just became incredibly tired. Why the hell am I even on here?
Obviously, we had to visit BP on the way home. I paid more of a taxi fair than Mario to make it fair but it has to be done nowadays. I found out I would be training the new guy tomorrow night which makes me depressed but maybe it will be something new for me and make the night go faster. Hopefully cricket will be good at the weekend despite the rains of the last couple of days and basically, I hope the next few days will be nice and cushty. No more averageness like tonight please!
Why do I have face paint on my cheeks? Oh yeah, I remember.. Dear me..
I need sleep. 3.40am. Sleep.
By the way, it took me forty-five minutes to type that out. The delete button is exhausted.
Ciao x
It was an average night. I was a bit ruined even before we got to Averageness Central, a.k.a Bedford High Street, and the bars and clubs were even more average and it was just a general night of complete average. Just all average. Obviously, I don't get out to drink much so my days of lightweight times are back and the small bottle of JD was enough to get me merry plus the few I had in the colour-changing bar plus a couple when we ran out of time, (Timeout people..), and that was me done. I was ready to go home when the music got a little bit bassy I just became incredibly tired. Why the hell am I even on here?
Obviously, we had to visit BP on the way home. I paid more of a taxi fair than Mario to make it fair but it has to be done nowadays. I found out I would be training the new guy tomorrow night which makes me depressed but maybe it will be something new for me and make the night go faster. Hopefully cricket will be good at the weekend despite the rains of the last couple of days and basically, I hope the next few days will be nice and cushty. No more averageness like tonight please!
Why do I have face paint on my cheeks? Oh yeah, I remember.. Dear me..
I need sleep. 3.40am. Sleep.
By the way, it took me forty-five minutes to type that out. The delete button is exhausted.
Ciao x
Thursday 12 August 2010
Go With The Flow
I can't be doing with over-thinking things anymore. Creating reasons as to why everything happens and if a good thing happens then a bad thing must commence to balance it out. What absolute bull.
So, last couple of days have been alright I suppose. Yesterday saw me have a very enjoyable round of golf with AK, followed by a very quick and possibly boring football training session, (I'll get to that) followed by a curry whilst watching the football. What can be better? Well, more enthusiasm would be nice.. You see, football. It's a sport I've played ever since I can remember having a memory, and I would consider it the main sport of my life ... but ... I'm very sad to say, it's just got boring and ... well ... over-zealous..
Football is a sport of too much adrenaline, too much competitiveness and hard-tackling need to win and I, to be brutally honest, just can't be bothered with it. I'm resigned to the fact that I am to lead a boring and quiet life and my mind set is now set to the stage of a 43-year old farmer from Lincolnshire. A routine. Same old, same old. Settling down... makes me feel sick. But so does the over-competitiveness of the sport I once used to love. And you know what, I don't care. Cricket is so much more my game at the moment, despite the craziness of a few games, with it's all day-ness and lounging around not doing a lot. That's more my style these days. I can't be bothered with football. Football refereeing? I'm not totally sure.
As you've probably worked out, I really do not care about anything that happens at the moment. If you came up to me and you told me you had accidentally killed my Dad with a trowel and a cat's tooth, (the key word there being 'accidentally'), then I would just think, "Ahh well, these things happen". Maybe that's not the right example..
But you get what I'm trying to say right? I really don't give a shit about anything that goes on anymore. Anything to do with The Wall or family life or the car or sport or pay-slips or potential careers that are never to be. I just don't care. Take today, I got paid £150 less than I think I should of done but I just thought, "Ahh well, I don't need the money" and went for my delicious pub lunch with the Dassman. What's the point in arguing against something that's already happened? What's the point in bothering at all? Things don't happen for a reason, they don't happen because you did something bad in the afterlife. Things just happen. Get on with it.
Go with the flow.
Laters x
So, last couple of days have been alright I suppose. Yesterday saw me have a very enjoyable round of golf with AK, followed by a very quick and possibly boring football training session, (I'll get to that) followed by a curry whilst watching the football. What can be better? Well, more enthusiasm would be nice.. You see, football. It's a sport I've played ever since I can remember having a memory, and I would consider it the main sport of my life ... but ... I'm very sad to say, it's just got boring and ... well ... over-zealous..
Football is a sport of too much adrenaline, too much competitiveness and hard-tackling need to win and I, to be brutally honest, just can't be bothered with it. I'm resigned to the fact that I am to lead a boring and quiet life and my mind set is now set to the stage of a 43-year old farmer from Lincolnshire. A routine. Same old, same old. Settling down... makes me feel sick. But so does the over-competitiveness of the sport I once used to love. And you know what, I don't care. Cricket is so much more my game at the moment, despite the craziness of a few games, with it's all day-ness and lounging around not doing a lot. That's more my style these days. I can't be bothered with football. Football refereeing? I'm not totally sure.
As you've probably worked out, I really do not care about anything that happens at the moment. If you came up to me and you told me you had accidentally killed my Dad with a trowel and a cat's tooth, (the key word there being 'accidentally'), then I would just think, "Ahh well, these things happen". Maybe that's not the right example..
But you get what I'm trying to say right? I really don't give a shit about anything that goes on anymore. Anything to do with The Wall or family life or the car or sport or pay-slips or potential careers that are never to be. I just don't care. Take today, I got paid £150 less than I think I should of done but I just thought, "Ahh well, I don't need the money" and went for my delicious pub lunch with the Dassman. What's the point in arguing against something that's already happened? What's the point in bothering at all? Things don't happen for a reason, they don't happen because you did something bad in the afterlife. Things just happen. Get on with it.
Go with the flow.
Laters x
Tuesday 10 August 2010
Slipping Away
I feel a bit down in the dumps this evening. It's fairly late considering I awoke at 6am after compeltely missing out Monday as usual, and to be honest, I feel a bit like I need my own space. Just time on my own to reflect on, well, everything. However, despite wanting to be alone, I also want to be around people I get on well with but they all seemed to have their own plans today. This makes me feel like I'm slipping away from the people I get on well with, leaving me to work, sleep and work. Bed to work, constantly, despite these 4 days off and well, whatever happens, that is bad news...
I may be going out on Thursday night for a bit of what tabloids call 'teen drink binging' but there's nothing wrong with losing your head once in a while.. Definitely is once in a while for me at the moment, which makes it all the more special..
Big news though, as I spent some of this afternoon making extra-preliminary enquiries into places of my own. I am fully aware that I still owe the rents some money and I'm fully aware that I need to raise funds to get in the place first, but I feel like I'm beginning to become unwanted here. The parents just want the place to themselves, I can feel that, so this is the last place I want to be at the moment.. I'd love space of my own, where I can do my own things and do what I want to do..
Just not with the people I want..
I may be going out on Thursday night for a bit of what tabloids call 'teen drink binging' but there's nothing wrong with losing your head once in a while.. Definitely is once in a while for me at the moment, which makes it all the more special..
Big news though, as I spent some of this afternoon making extra-preliminary enquiries into places of my own. I am fully aware that I still owe the rents some money and I'm fully aware that I need to raise funds to get in the place first, but I feel like I'm beginning to become unwanted here. The parents just want the place to themselves, I can feel that, so this is the last place I want to be at the moment.. I'd love space of my own, where I can do my own things and do what I want to do..
Just not with the people I want..
Monday 9 August 2010
Deck Him!
Today and tonight have been full of arguments, disagreements and downright dangerous actions all resulting in shouting and maybe a little of pushing and shoving if things got over the top.
It all started at the scene of one of the most gentlemanly sports on the planet, cricket. Our usual Sunday game was fairly comfortable for us, winning by 5 wickets, however, towards the end, one of our players was run out by someone in the deep who then, (allegedly), went over and shouted at this batsman's mother who was on the boundary, sparking huge scenes of rage. Apparently some ... interesting ... words were said and I honestly thought a huge bundle was about to break out. The old refereeing skills came in handy but things were still incredibly heated as he drove off into the sunset.
On to tonight, I was expecting the usual couple of hardcore alcoholics asking to buy alcohol in the early hours and tonight was no exception, however, I wasn't expecting one person to threaten to punch me while his mate shouted, "Deck 'Im", from the other side of the store.. I remained calm. Nothing phases me these days... almost.. but luckily, some Police turned up wanting their customary free coffee and the trouble subsided. Made it more eventful I suppose. I would like to point out at this point also that 'The Wall', (not mentioned for a record amount of time..), was not present as his mysterious wife that I didn't even know he had gave birth this afternoon. Congratulations to him. Let's just hope he doesn't become half as annoying as his Dad. This may will mean we won't be seeing him for a couple of weeks which is a massive result!
Someone also got arrested in store for an alleged assault that happened weeks ago, but you don't want to hear about that.
I don't know why I come on here after Sunday nights because I'm usually ready to drop dead. However, I have 4 days off, which will clearly fly by, and I have a spare bit of cash in the kitty to spend.. I hope it's a good week. For Mitten's sake.
Ciao x
It all started at the scene of one of the most gentlemanly sports on the planet, cricket. Our usual Sunday game was fairly comfortable for us, winning by 5 wickets, however, towards the end, one of our players was run out by someone in the deep who then, (allegedly), went over and shouted at this batsman's mother who was on the boundary, sparking huge scenes of rage. Apparently some ... interesting ... words were said and I honestly thought a huge bundle was about to break out. The old refereeing skills came in handy but things were still incredibly heated as he drove off into the sunset.
On to tonight, I was expecting the usual couple of hardcore alcoholics asking to buy alcohol in the early hours and tonight was no exception, however, I wasn't expecting one person to threaten to punch me while his mate shouted, "Deck 'Im", from the other side of the store.. I remained calm. Nothing phases me these days... almost.. but luckily, some Police turned up wanting their customary free coffee and the trouble subsided. Made it more eventful I suppose. I would like to point out at this point also that 'The Wall', (not mentioned for a record amount of time..), was not present as his mysterious wife that I didn't even know he had gave birth this afternoon. Congratulations to him. Let's just hope he doesn't become half as annoying as his Dad. This may will mean we won't be seeing him for a couple of weeks which is a massive result!
Someone also got arrested in store for an alleged assault that happened weeks ago, but you don't want to hear about that.
I don't know why I come on here after Sunday nights because I'm usually ready to drop dead. However, I have 4 days off, which will clearly fly by, and I have a spare bit of cash in the kitty to spend.. I hope it's a good week. For Mitten's sake.
Ciao x
Saturday 7 August 2010
Gamble or Sleep?
I gambled and it turns out I'm a complete loser!
The situation? Simple. I work my usual hours, 10pm-6am, looking forward to going home, as usual, but one of the morning staff rings at half 4 claiming he was ill and wouldn't be in at his allocated time of 6am.. I knew he was making it all up because he had been in an hour earlier completely smashed off his face so my guess is that he was majorly hungover or still drunk.. However, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't coming in so that left "THE TEAM!" one short. Private joke.
It had been raining all night, so I presumed cricket would be called off today.. I felt strong and also a little guilty at the fact I owed the boss a favour for covering my night shift when I was "ill". I was ill, but not so much to make me physically not make it, I just had a lazy day. So, I don't know why, but I offered to stay and do my bit. My 3rd ever day shift at BP and I have to admit, strangely, it was sort of fun.. I was situated in the bakery, mainly making coffee and tea for incredibly tired customers and staff alike.
I stayed until 10.. I looked outside and it seemed to have brightened up.. Oh damn, we're actually going to play.. Still, I had been looking forward to it and I would rather play than not, but the lack of sleep once again will be the death of me come Sunday night, seeing as we have another game tomorrow.. I also got a bit of a telling off this morning for, "throwing away £15", which I thought was a little harsh considering I'm doing you a favour! He had a point though, mistakes happen and nothing more will be said of it..
So, I got 2 hours sleep and I'm up and at them again, waiting to go to cricket in half an hour and hopefully score some runs and possibly get some wickets as we're short on bowlers today. The skip, the NEW skip, may call on "Paul Collingwood" to bowl a few line and lengths! I hope so.. 5-fer coming up..
I'll leave you with an interesting story. At the beginning of the cricket season, an unknown gentleman called Zulqernain Haider, a Pakistani, left a message with Bedford Cricket Club, a small and developing team, asking if there were any spots for an overseas player at the club.. I don't think he realised how good we were.. This morning? He's playing for Pakistan at Edgbaston against The Three Lions. Incidentally, he dropped a catch and got a first-baller, so maybe he should have come to Bedford? Ha.
Cya x
1510: Errr, correction. We had a monsoon so my gamble paid off after all! I faced a total of 3 balls before God pissed on us all, so I guess I can sleep after all! Good times! However, cricket tomorrow is almost certain to be called off now, and I have work tonight in the knowledge that that is the case.. Bad times!
Sleepy time.
Bye x
The situation? Simple. I work my usual hours, 10pm-6am, looking forward to going home, as usual, but one of the morning staff rings at half 4 claiming he was ill and wouldn't be in at his allocated time of 6am.. I knew he was making it all up because he had been in an hour earlier completely smashed off his face so my guess is that he was majorly hungover or still drunk.. However, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't coming in so that left "THE TEAM!" one short. Private joke.
It had been raining all night, so I presumed cricket would be called off today.. I felt strong and also a little guilty at the fact I owed the boss a favour for covering my night shift when I was "ill". I was ill, but not so much to make me physically not make it, I just had a lazy day. So, I don't know why, but I offered to stay and do my bit. My 3rd ever day shift at BP and I have to admit, strangely, it was sort of fun.. I was situated in the bakery, mainly making coffee and tea for incredibly tired customers and staff alike.
I stayed until 10.. I looked outside and it seemed to have brightened up.. Oh damn, we're actually going to play.. Still, I had been looking forward to it and I would rather play than not, but the lack of sleep once again will be the death of me come Sunday night, seeing as we have another game tomorrow.. I also got a bit of a telling off this morning for, "throwing away £15", which I thought was a little harsh considering I'm doing you a favour! He had a point though, mistakes happen and nothing more will be said of it..
So, I got 2 hours sleep and I'm up and at them again, waiting to go to cricket in half an hour and hopefully score some runs and possibly get some wickets as we're short on bowlers today. The skip, the NEW skip, may call on "Paul Collingwood" to bowl a few line and lengths! I hope so.. 5-fer coming up..
I'll leave you with an interesting story. At the beginning of the cricket season, an unknown gentleman called Zulqernain Haider, a Pakistani, left a message with Bedford Cricket Club, a small and developing team, asking if there were any spots for an overseas player at the club.. I don't think he realised how good we were.. This morning? He's playing for Pakistan at Edgbaston against The Three Lions. Incidentally, he dropped a catch and got a first-baller, so maybe he should have come to Bedford? Ha.
Cya x
1510: Errr, correction. We had a monsoon so my gamble paid off after all! I faced a total of 3 balls before God pissed on us all, so I guess I can sleep after all! Good times! However, cricket tomorrow is almost certain to be called off now, and I have work tonight in the knowledge that that is the case.. Bad times!
Sleepy time.
Bye x
Friday 6 August 2010
Onwards and Upwards
It's time to progress as a person and although it may not have to mean a change of job, it does mean a change of priorities and a change of personality and attitude. I wish to move out of this house sooner rather than later as I reckon what I need is my own space to chill out and my own space to do what I like. I want to feel more independant.
This afternoon was amazingly ridiculous. I wanted to sleep, after a slow and dead yet tiring shift but Father Mitten had other ideas. You see, he's re-decorating downstairs, changing the wallpaper etc, and the amount of noise that accomponies this is excruciating. It woke me up at 1pm and carried on all afternoon until just before 5pm where I got fed up, went downstairs, grabbed the scraper and the drill out of his hand, ran outside and chucked them over the back garden fence. He actually laughed, which was a relief and I heard no more noise from then on. I woke up about 10 minutes before I had to leave for work however, so I left in a grotty and not so handsome mood.
Tonight was awful. It wasn't nightmarish, but it went so slow.. It was as slow as Mohatma Gandhi with crutches and by the time I thought it was time to go, it was only half 2. The manager was in a strangely good mood aswell, as yesterday she was death personified, and I got to go home.. bloody finally..
Still, a full programme of cricket to look forward to at the weekend and I gave into my temptations and booked more time off for the end of August so I have another 7 free days to look forward to in the future.. This time in 2 weeks I will be considered a free man! However, I feel no one will know about it as I'm not sure how many people actually read this anymore..
I'm not actually sure how many people I talk to at all these days... 5? This job distances me more from people than I thought it would..
Cya x
This afternoon was amazingly ridiculous. I wanted to sleep, after a slow and dead yet tiring shift but Father Mitten had other ideas. You see, he's re-decorating downstairs, changing the wallpaper etc, and the amount of noise that accomponies this is excruciating. It woke me up at 1pm and carried on all afternoon until just before 5pm where I got fed up, went downstairs, grabbed the scraper and the drill out of his hand, ran outside and chucked them over the back garden fence. He actually laughed, which was a relief and I heard no more noise from then on. I woke up about 10 minutes before I had to leave for work however, so I left in a grotty and not so handsome mood.
Tonight was awful. It wasn't nightmarish, but it went so slow.. It was as slow as Mohatma Gandhi with crutches and by the time I thought it was time to go, it was only half 2. The manager was in a strangely good mood aswell, as yesterday she was death personified, and I got to go home.. bloody finally..
Still, a full programme of cricket to look forward to at the weekend and I gave into my temptations and booked more time off for the end of August so I have another 7 free days to look forward to in the future.. This time in 2 weeks I will be considered a free man! However, I feel no one will know about it as I'm not sure how many people actually read this anymore..
I'm not actually sure how many people I talk to at all these days... 5? This job distances me more from people than I thought it would..
Cya x
Wednesday 4 August 2010
Monotony
Life is just that at the moment. Monotonous. Work, sleep, work, sleep, cricket, work, sleep etc etc. Its starting to get boring. Even the cricket is. Every Saturday and especially Sunday, surrounded by over competitive people wanting to not waste their day by not losing, not bothered about just enjoying it and having a laugh. I'm not happy with over-competitive souls and would rather just laugh the day away whilst also getting some runs.
Last weekend was fairly disastrous in every sense. Friday night at work was useless followed by a Saturday of nothingness. Saturday night was surprisingly good and I left in good spirits looking forward to the cricket later. That turned out to be awful though as we played useless and I was especially tired after taking the 'no sleep' option once again. I must never do it again.. We played rubbish and lost by a mile and also witnessed somebody break their leg which is never nice. Sunday night was very, very long..
Monday didn't happen for me as I literally spent the whole day asleep. 21 hours, from 6.30am on Monday morning to 3.30am Tuesday morning. Zzzzz.. Yesterday was then rather long and tiring and then I spent a long time asleep last night before just waking up an hour ago. I am condemned to spells of being awake for a long time and then asleep for a long time. The days are passing by at the speed of light and the darkness and dreariness of winter looms ever closer.. Nothing of real note has happened recently, but I would like to find out what's happening to other people.. I don't speak to many people anymore as I am usually cut off from normal society.
The monotony of nights..
Last weekend was fairly disastrous in every sense. Friday night at work was useless followed by a Saturday of nothingness. Saturday night was surprisingly good and I left in good spirits looking forward to the cricket later. That turned out to be awful though as we played useless and I was especially tired after taking the 'no sleep' option once again. I must never do it again.. We played rubbish and lost by a mile and also witnessed somebody break their leg which is never nice. Sunday night was very, very long..
Monday didn't happen for me as I literally spent the whole day asleep. 21 hours, from 6.30am on Monday morning to 3.30am Tuesday morning. Zzzzz.. Yesterday was then rather long and tiring and then I spent a long time asleep last night before just waking up an hour ago. I am condemned to spells of being awake for a long time and then asleep for a long time. The days are passing by at the speed of light and the darkness and dreariness of winter looms ever closer.. Nothing of real note has happened recently, but I would like to find out what's happening to other people.. I don't speak to many people anymore as I am usually cut off from normal society.
The monotony of nights..
Sunday 1 August 2010
The Wrong Route
"Don't have too many of those caffeine tablets Tom, because they will damage your kidneys". How does my Dad know that information without any sort of science qualification?
That's right. I've chosen to take the have lots of caffeine and don't sleep option, once again, and I will regret it, even at cricket, but at the moment I just don't feel tired.. How can a lad sleep if he doesn't feel tired? Of course, if we bat first, I will be OK and have an outside chance of getting a score, (unless I get a dodgy bounce or a lack of concentration or technique), but if we bat second, I'm guaranteed a duck. And not just a duck. A large, yellow and squeaky duck! I'm looking forward to cricket later. I won't be come 5pm because all I will want to do is sleep and I won't be able to because we'll be fielding or I will somehow still be batting. Of course, after that, I will have to go to work.. Every time I take this option, I regret it a lot, so why do I do it? Makes it interesting I suppose..
Work was very busy tonight, although I made it look ridiculously easy. The first time in a long time I have made 20 drops, (1 drop = £100) but I got everything done in no time. This job is easy if you know what you're doing. The Wall had another fit, although they're almost not worthy of a mention these days, and all is well. I just re-read that and I made myself look extremely big-headed.. Ahh well, I do have a big head I suppose..
I'm regretting this already. I know I'm going to be ruined later, and even tomorrow morning, when almost on the floor, I will feel inclined to come on here and write about nothing in particular and post the oddest status ever, whilst peering bleery-eyed at the screen before crashing for 17 hours.. I'm feeling at least 55 runs with at least 9 boundaries..
Has everyone gone back to Brighton? Ohh, I just felt a pain in my kidneys.. Not.
Bye x
That's right. I've chosen to take the have lots of caffeine and don't sleep option, once again, and I will regret it, even at cricket, but at the moment I just don't feel tired.. How can a lad sleep if he doesn't feel tired? Of course, if we bat first, I will be OK and have an outside chance of getting a score, (unless I get a dodgy bounce or a lack of concentration or technique), but if we bat second, I'm guaranteed a duck. And not just a duck. A large, yellow and squeaky duck! I'm looking forward to cricket later. I won't be come 5pm because all I will want to do is sleep and I won't be able to because we'll be fielding or I will somehow still be batting. Of course, after that, I will have to go to work.. Every time I take this option, I regret it a lot, so why do I do it? Makes it interesting I suppose..
Work was very busy tonight, although I made it look ridiculously easy. The first time in a long time I have made 20 drops, (1 drop = £100) but I got everything done in no time. This job is easy if you know what you're doing. The Wall had another fit, although they're almost not worthy of a mention these days, and all is well. I just re-read that and I made myself look extremely big-headed.. Ahh well, I do have a big head I suppose..
I'm regretting this already. I know I'm going to be ruined later, and even tomorrow morning, when almost on the floor, I will feel inclined to come on here and write about nothing in particular and post the oddest status ever, whilst peering bleery-eyed at the screen before crashing for 17 hours.. I'm feeling at least 55 runs with at least 9 boundaries..
Has everyone gone back to Brighton? Ohh, I just felt a pain in my kidneys.. Not.
Bye x
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