They dumped the waste all over the floor and then vanished.
At 3pm I was roped into 'helping to clear up' the mess.
By 4pm I knew full well I was doing it alone.
4:30 I asked if I was going to get some help, especially as I didn't make the mess.
I was told "They're too important to be clearing up."

I'm seriously thinking about resigning tomorrow.

Sad news.

I found out last night that the wife of a family friend has died of a rare form of cancer.
She, J, was involved in some sort of social work, he was a university lecturer, now retired. She had a daughter who is severely mentally and physically handicapped, who will never understand where her mum has gone.
He, C, was a friend my dad made when he went on a course in the 70s. Despite no real education, my dad is incisive, intelligent and interested in the subject, so they obviously engaged immediately. I was only very young at the time, less than 10, but a few years later he came to stay with us on holiday in Anglesey. Apparently his wife had walked out on him (I hear later) and he was in a bad way.
Dad, C and I walked up Snowdon together on a scorchingly hot day. I think it might have been 1976. Later in the week C took my younger sister and me to a chippy with a restaurant while mum and dad went for a meal, and there was a BBQ on the beach involving a fire made from seaweed and dried cow dung... It remains one of the greatest holidays I ever had.
Later C met J, her husband divorced her within weeks of the daughter being born, and we went to visit them regularly. I was about 11-12 and they were the first people to treat me like a person, not just a kid who happened to be there. They asked proper questions, told me stuff when I asked, were interested in what I had to say, explained when I didn't understand (well - were appropriate).
I was inordinately fond of them.
In the early 80s C got a big job in an important university and they moved much further away, and we saw them much less often. One visit when I was about 15 involved a lock in in the village pub, more drink with dinner and, I realised much later, me being completely and utterly bolloxed at the end of the night. I remember J taking an interest and introducing me to Paul Simon's music. She was also sexy, one of the first women I looked at as a woman, and not 'just a mum'.
Although I'd not seen them for some years, my dad kept in touch, I'm deeply saddened by her death.

Thanks J.
With love from a guy still trying to be a One Trick Pony.

Rubbish day.
Work that should have finished at 4pm Thursday was still continuing at 5pm Friday. Idiot boss went for best case scenario again, and started getting nasty when it didn't work that way.
Eventually he said he was sick at abput noon and went home. I had reason to call him for information at home in the afternoon, his wife answered, he was 'at the doctors' and she'd get the info from him when he came in. He went to the doctors with a tummy upset, on a Friday afternoon, on the first day of the upset stomach? MY ARSE he did!

Lying bastards got tickets for rugby at the weekend is everyones guess.

Cold walks, warm cafe, deer, bright sunlight, strange propositions, rare(ish) birds, hot tea.

Not a bad day, all told.

A trip into town for items to make fancy dress costumes for me and Number One Son was a bust. We're going to a 70s themed party, as a family member turns 40 in early December. After much soul searching and arguing over what we could go as we settled on Pong and Space Invaders. Easy - Black tshirt with Pong painted on it, black tshirt with painted Space Invaders on it... Right?
Wrong.
Can't find cheap tshirts that will fit either of us.
Can't find fabric paint.
Can't find anything that will help.
Drawing board here we come.

So the whole trip into the Chav infested, 'Care in the Community' running wild town centre was a depressing waste of a day off.
Well- except for one thing...

Woman of about 25, 2 kids in tow, the younger one running wild, the older supposedly 'looking after' the younger while the mother amused herself. Eventually the younger one had to be reined in and she uttered these words... "Shakira! Stay where I told ya!"
Shakira.
Really.

Poor kid, doesn't stand a chance.

Apologies.

Sorry.
SorrySorrySorrySorrySorry!

More computer collapses, problems getting connected with a replacement, nightshifts, day shifts, lots of shifts, extreme tiredness and so on mean I've not been in a position to write anything for a few days.

Aaaaannnnnddddd... to be honest, I haven't much felt I've had anything to say.

I will try harder.

A Dream for the Future.

I have reached the end of this template thing that was passed on to me to try to break a touch of writers block.
Well - it worked while it lasted, but I'll have to see how things proceed from here.

I've been dreading these last two, as I find it hard to envisage a future for myself. I have had this problem for many years. Its a symptom of depression, but its been around for so long now, its part of me.

So. I can only dream of a future with no fear, content and comfortable and safe.

Hopes for the next 365 days.

To get a new job.
To be able to pay for Number1 to be at college.

Anything else puts me into a complete horror. I make a plan and it jsut falls around my ears over and over again.

Whats in my.... Haaaaandbaaaaag??

Well... I don't carry a handbag. Or a purse.
So, I'll say whats in my pockets and wallet instead.

1 Wallet which contains:
8 receipts/debit card slips. 2 from Waitrose, 2 from Tesco, 1 from the garage where my car was fixed, 2 from Wagamama in Number1 Son's adoptive city, 1 for my train ticket.
2 Lotto Tickets, unchecked.
1 Prescription for Prozac, uncashed and expired.
1 Poem.
1 Driving Licence.
1 Blood Donor Card.
1 Train ticket, aforementioned.
2 Loyalty cards, Sainsburys and Waterstones.
1 National Insurance card.
1 Debit Card.
1 Cash Card.
1 Card from mobile phone service provider that I have no idea what it does.
1 RSPB Membership card.

£13.09 in cash, comprising of
2 Five Pound Notes
1 Pound Coin
2 Fifty Pence Pieces
4 Twenty Pence Pieces
1 Ten Pence Piece
3 Five Pence Pieces
4 One Pence Piece

1 Bunch of keys comprising of
1 Car key.
3 House Keys, for 2 different houses.
3 Locker Keys.
1 Tesco loyalty card fob.
1 Electronic door lock fob.
2 Lego Star Wars keyrings.

My worst habit.

I have so many bad habits from being a constant flirt, through sexual obsessions, via snoring, to ignoring the problems that are staring me in the face.
But the two that hurt me and drive others mad are biting the skin on my fingers - but never my nails - and cracking my knuckles.

My week - in detail.

Hmmm. Well. I'm not sure I can remember my week in details... I'll try.

Sunday afternoon - Wifey was working nights, so I headed up to my digs, later I dropped the car in at the garage for its MOT and some expensive work. Went to a pub quiz in the evening.
Monday, I shopped for supplies for my night shifts. Got a taxi to the garage and collected the car. Went in at 6pm, worked until 6am. Wasn't too bad a night, to be honest.
Tuesday, after leaving work I went to bed. When I woke up I was indolent and did as little as possible until it was time for work. The night went ok again. It was dull, but passed.
Wednesday, as in my last post - in bed at about 11:30.
Thursday, back to the hospital for xrays, replastered, head to train station, train via several small towns to home. Tesco shopping with Wifey, internet, bed.
Friday, Number 1Son due visit from College. Was pissed at me for not being able to collect him. Messes us about, and ends up spending more money than he needed amd getting in later than he needed. Also several calls from workmates, trip to town to see bank, and some calls to my dad. Evening spent chatting and on the net.
Saturday. Everyone goes out to work and I'm stuck in the house as keys have been lost and we have 1 set between 3 of us. Bored, very down. They return. Food, lift given to Number 1 as he's out for the evening. Evening in front of telly.
Sunday. As per Saturday so far... Bored rigid, blue as can be, music on the radio is good though.

My day in detail...

Midnight: I'm working. The plant is going fine, and all is well.
2am: I plug my phone in to my ears and listen to the radio - I Love Alex Lester on BBC Radio2.
2.30am: The irritating colleague arrives, but ignores me.
3am: I tell him that I'm busy and I can't cover that job that we usually do for their section when they aren't in. He just nods. I hear a few days later that he moaned about me leaving his job for him to do... How dare I?
5am: Alex has finished and I'm trying to get finished as my relief isn't coming in. Its been hard work since 3:30, actually.
6.15: I'm finally done. I get changed, head home, and eat porridge.
7.20: I get to sleep.
14.00 I'm awake again, tired, but I don't have to do anything so I take my time, watch Countdown, and head for work just before 5pm.
17.00: Stop for coffee in the local Waitrose... Ooooh nice looking cake... Ugh. It isn't cheesecake, its a gateaux and has a minty top. Ah well, never mind...
17.35: I pop into bosses office, chat for a few minutes, sort out what I'm going to do overnight.
17.50: out of the building, down the slope, feet skid out from under me, I crash down hard onto the concrete. Ow. Boss comes down to see me, I'm helped up, and into the lab. My arm is hurting. Badly.
18.15: In the bosses car going to the local hospital. Terrifyingly bad driver, my boss...
18.45: Arrive at hospital, boss departs, register, prepare for long dull wait.
19.00: Am called in and examined.
19.20: I'm in the plaster room.
19.30: I'm on my way home, arm plastered and in a sling.
20.00: Arrive home after a call into Tesco as I landed on my pot of soup and am aware that its seeping into my backpack.
21:00 last of the nights phone calls are made.
23:00 Bed, sleep.

Where I live...

Its another template post - but don't worry - we're over halfway.

I live in a village. Its an 'artificial' village built about 130 years ago for workers at a local industry. We live in the oldest part, in houses that were hand built - no two windows are the same size, handmade nails hold picture rails in place, the doors are solid and heavy.

I HATE THE PLACE!

Its been a sink estate for the council for many years, its not a picturesque village it more like the estate in 'Shameless'. There are single parents galore, junkies, wave after wave of immigrants who were/are abused, gangs of kids roam the village until 1am, don't dare say anything - they carry knives, put windows through, vandalise the cars, or will set fire to your shed...

Its a shame.

Fit the 306th : in which a video is presented, an arm is broken and other stuff too...

I slipped and fell at work last night, just before I started, landed heavily and I'm not in a plaster cast. Makes typing, carrying, and lots of other stuff difficult, and painful.

Anyway - Blog template fingy is a Youtube video.
Slight cheat (how unusual!) Two videos of one event.

Part 1
Part 2

Look closely - I'm in the crowd. and I'm rocking the FUCK out!

Due to fatigue, a sick colleague, and general meh, this is all I'm going to post today.

Thank you for your patience.

A Website...

Again the specification is just 'A' not favourite, worst, funniest... Just 'A'.

I like this one though. Its clever and funny.

www.xkcd.com