Monday, 31 March 2008
I've got 2 years to lose 3 stone at least, I dont want to be to heavy for my wedding photo's. Lee's gone into overkill with it though. Last night he had me looking at wedding cakes online ( Pleeeeaaase! ) asking what one I liked. I though a tray of fairy cakes would be funny but apparantly not, neither is getting married in a brewery so I'm told. I think it's a great idea.
Work is getting back to normal at last. It's not been so manic the last week, and I've not really got the ump with anyone. Miss Non Conformance queen ( Major Fuckup ) has been out doing herself though, Julia has been wrighting them out like doctor wrights notes out for cream at the clap clinic. It'll keep Natalie and James busy when the reviews come round. Speaking off which, I filled my assesment for out with all the bile and hate I could summon..it'll make for an interesting assesment meeting.
Thursday, 27 March 2008
Monday, 17 March 2008
Bare with me, this is going to be piss and moan central!
On Wednesday of last week, so little fucking scroat bag stole my sack barrow from just outside my van. I was in the van moving a few boxes around and left the barrow outside. This was at a fucking school aswell. Fucking kids!!
I was in a perfectly good mood today until I got back to the office this afternoon, then the dark clouds came down very quickly. Thrush and Ting Tong are still just being annoying and thick cunts, Flagpole Knickers ( who's usually ok ) is being a thick cunt aswell.....Example
FP: Shall I put these books on Mondays shelf?
Me : What day are they going out?
Me : Is the any room on Wednesday's shelf?
FP: Ermm yeah
Me: Well put it on fucking Wednesday shelf then!!!
Fuck me it's not rocket science!!! I got a bit shirty after this and everything seemed to get to me. What really pisses me off is when I get shouted at for stuff that hasn't been packed and sent out.
A: It's not my job, it's Nick's
B: I really couldn't give a flying fuck to be honest...I really couldn't.
Nick has to pack the books that I'm taking, pack the stuff that's going by the courier, pack the stuff thats going by post, and occasionaly send out some clear stickers in boxes, which all have to be made up. The courier and post stuff takes a while, as you have to work out the postage and fill out paperwork for them, so it takes much longer than normal. The label machine is often in use by other people, so that takes longer to get to. I asked Chav Bird to do some but was answered with " I dont get time to do them "...yeah LIKE I'VE GOT ALL THE FUCKING TIME IN THE WORLD TO DO IT!!!!. This with her also sending stuff over that hasn't even been put in the system, and with no address on the docket so you cant even put them on the computer yourself. So tonight I just dumped the box and the docket on her desk and fucked off home. She had already given my the shits, by watching and laughing next to me while a load of books fell down and hit me in the face. I nearlly re-enacted the box throwing incident by throwing the books all over the place.
Major Chaos I've now renamed Major Fuckup after the amount of howlers she's been making. How she's kept her job I dont know, if it had been anyone else they would have got the bullet ages ago. The Spitmeister has kept his nose out at least.
It's a good job, it's just a shame that 80% of the people that work there are useless talentless shit stiring back stabbing cunts!!!
On a better note, I've just got myself a new mobile phone. The old one was great, but I've gone back onto contract and got myself a Samsung F700. I wanted an IPhone, but after reading the reviews on it, they seem shit, plus this and the fact the thieving fucks want £280 on top of the contract for it, they can go swing.
I booked my Mum some tickets to see Status Quo up at Rochester Castle in July. I'm trying to get out of it id I'm honest. I've seen them 22 or 23 times already,and I know the set list as well as they do.
I've got a very large bottle of Lowenbrau on the go, which will be followed by a large bottle of Budvar. I need to drown my sorrows.
Friday, 7 March 2008
Anyway, it has kicked of major style at work. Major Chaos ( tohelenback...in joke ) has been fucking up beyond belief and as she has a nasty habit of trying to blame every other cunt but herself, she is starting to make many people shit itch! The spitmeister has been sticking his nose into where it's not desired or required, pushing work through that could have waited, and wanting it delivered infront of everything else. Also he was going over Natalie's head,and as she's head of opperations and its her job to organise that stuff, it caused her to have a quite major stress out. As for Mrs Thrush and Ting Tong...don't get me fucking started on them...they both need to fuck off...and preferably as far away from me as possible! If Natalie walks ( which she nearly did this morning ) I would walk aswell, and I don't think I could handle the place if Major Chaos was in full charge again.
SHE FUCKING USELESS!!!!
Monday, 3 March 2008
It's still all going mad at work. I've finally had a full weekend off after 3 weeks, but this was enforced really as I done my back in on Thursday up in the East End of London. I twisted akwardly and felt it go. The pain was immence. Thankfully I got back to my van and got back to the office. I couldn't stand up straight so I came home and rang the doctors. He reacons I've trapped a nerve in my back and gave me some streatching exercises to do. It's not to bad today, but it still hurts to walk around.
It's not just me though, we are all at full stretch at work and nerves are getting just a little frayed, as the inevitable mistakes are being made, and Mrs Thrush ( thats what I call Liz because she's an irritating cunt! ) seems to be making my turd hurt more than usual. I cant wait for March to be over and all this madness to stop, I'm really tired and hurting but Im trying my best.
I've got the hospital again on Thursday. This time they are taking photo's of both my eyes to see if there is any damage to them. Apparantly its one of the first places that HIV can affect. They are going to spray some shit in my eyes to make them dilate so they can get a better look inside. My sister is coming with me to drive me home as apparantly my vision will be blurred afterwards. Thats nothing new really, I know my left eye is dodgy anyway, but Lee is convinced that they are going to tell me I cant drive until I get glasses. That would be my fucking luck that.
Malta seems so far away!!
P.S. Thank you Larry for all the postcards from around the world..I really do enjoy reading them.