Thursday, 10 February 2011

Too many plans, too little time

So an old pal of mine is down from the far-flung land of Manchester from tonight for a few days, so we're all going raving on Saturday, got a huge fucking turnout lined up, party supplies purchased and prepared, an empty flat we can descend upon afterwards for further indulgence until the evening and then sleep. And I have to work.

It's not all gloom, I'm still going raving, but I knew weeks ago they'd give me the sodding night shifts this weekend, which they duly did. I was down for tomorrow through till Monday, all night shifts. I managed to get the guy working the days on sat and sun to agree to swap, then realised I'd got myself on friday night and saturday morning, a 24 hour shift. Phoned him back and managed to swap tomorrow for tonight, then all I had to do was call the 3rd lad working here and get him to agree to take Sunday's day shift.

So far he's given me 3 different stories in 3 different conversations as to why he can't. Seems he will be in M*lt*n K*yn*s (cunts) whil,e simultaneously being in both Kent and the Isle of Wight. Good effort fella.

Now at the end of the day, if you can't do me a favour, you can't do it, that's not an issue. If you don't want to do it, just say so - on this occassion I would have offered to take on 3 of his shifts in exchange for this 1 of mine - but if you don't want to and are then going to take me for a mug by bullshitting me over it, then fuck you. There are only 3 of us on this job, it's 12 hour shifts and management have told us the schedule is a "suggested rota", we can work whatever hours on whatever days we want between us, so long as there is one of us here on each of the 9 weekly shifts. "Sort it between yourselves and let us know of any changes you decide on" they tell us.

The first fella, Rob is cool as fuck on this front. He lives in the same area as me and suggested when we do the weekends between us, the friday nighter works a 13 hour shift so we can do 7am starts instead of 6 to at the weekends to make it a 40 minute train journey instead of 90 minutes on 3 buses. He's told me to call him anytime I want to change the shcedule, I've told him the same, we're both just interested in making life easier for all 3 of us.

The second fella, Tom, on the other hand lives 10 minutes walk away, drives and point blank refuses to deviate from the schedule one single bit. To the point that when Rob or I take over from him of a morning, arriving 10-15 minutes early, he leaves when whichever one of us shows up, same with Rob - when the relief arrives you're on your way. Taking over from Tom however, he makes a hell of a fucking scene if you try to leave before 6, knowing it leaves us with 10 minutes to do a 13 minute walk to get to the train station in time, or wait half hour for the next one.

Knew there had to be a downside to this job, and I think I just found it. An ageing Scottish cunt who likes to make life needlessly difficult.

Man, fuck Tom.

Friday, 4 February 2011

3 Months on.......

And I can finally be arsed with all this again. Mainly cos I have hours to fill.

Ok so last update I was working at the hospital. Left there because the NHS is a fucking disgrace, a sieve for fucking fundings and it drove me mental.

Seriously, I saw a director spend £120 on a mouse. The reason for it was the shape. Turn your mouse on it's side and hold it as you normally would, so your thumbs over the lase. The forefinger and middle finger are where the buttons were. THAT is apparantly worth £120 of my taxes??? Fuck you.

Next up was the prison.



For people deemed detrimental to society they don't half get the fucking considerations in there! You're not allowed to refer to them as inmates, (we were told to use 'residents' for fucks sake, but I dont think this is true of every nick), everything stops according to them and they say what they want to who they want without punichment.

That said each and every one of them were better people than most of the fucking staff.

Now, i'm working security and it's brilliant. I sit in a room, on my own, with a laptop, a broadband dongle and a 1.5tb external drive, drinking tea, watching films and being paid for it. No people to deal with, no bullshit hassle, not even any actual work.

Should give me more time to start doing this shit again, but i'll only really bother when I have something worth saying I guess.

Rest of it in short - the 2 rats settled in fine, have all 4 in one cage now but one of the new ones has a fucking huge lump on her side, so that's probably gonna do for her in time which is a shame, flatmates moved out so I'm on me own and fucking loving the space from other people's shit and the ex girlfriend has finally accepted it's not gonna happen and seems to have left me alone.

All pretty upbeat for a blog called "Everythings Shite"