I got my bonus today. And I seem to have got someone else's bonus too.
So I'm probably going to have to pay a big chunk of money back.
Lots of stress, soul searching and worry for nothing.

HR Lady will sort it tomorrow.

Landlady and her BF had another massive row on Friday. I scuttled out and left them to it.
I think she gave him an i-phone for his birthday, as there was a smashed i-phone in the sideboard last night when I got back. As she's stayed at his place for the last 2 days, I guess they've made up.

A colleague decided to save time by not washing the chemical tub out yesterday. I had to take this 30 litre drum out of the bin he'd stuffed it in, and in the process I got a splash in the face. I was not amused, especially as he had left early on his shift.
When he came in to take over from me I told him I wasn't amused. Apparently it was my fault for not swapping the tubs over the previous day. He argued the point for quite a while.

I eventually thought "I've reasoned enough here. Time to be honest."
So I waited for him to finish, and said "Shut the fuck up, you should have cleaned it out, and next time I'll grass you up. It's simple. Any more risks with my safety and I'll make sure you get well and truly fucked up. Got it?"

I think he did.

I then handed over as nice as pie and left for the weekend.

Work - its great.

This week, apart from ANOTHER 60+hour week I've had to listen to my boss moan that he's not getting credit for the great stuff he does, and his boss keeps bollocking him for missing one thing out of several hundred, and is threatening him with disciplinaries...
I could hardly believe my ears. I almost told him that that is exactly what he does to us. But I doubt he'd get the irony.

They've also made a guy "Maintenance Manager" after he started as a temp about 6 weeks ago. Nicely advertised...

Add this to fatigue, bad hair and not getting an interview with a major firm I spent 3 days applying to... and I've had better days!

Something fishy...

No, no any sort of infection...

I went shopping, only when I got home did I realise I'd bought fish for every meal for the next 4 days. Nothing planned about it, was only as I unpacked... How odd is that?

No fool like an old fool

Well, the weekend's been a total shit.
Broken phone, lonely because everyone else was working, tried to meet up with people but almost nobody replied, had a huge panic in the local Tesco again and got a bit too drunk on my own this evening to top it off.
No, what topped it off was the last 5 minutes.

Well - stupid as I am I've been chatting online to someone who shares interests with me over a short while. I didn't think it was going to go anywhere, but we were doing a bit of mutual support and, yes, some flirting while we chatted.
I logged on a short while ago and she was there and we chatted and she said she didn't know what I looked like, so I showed her on my webcam. No, nothing sleazy... Just me at a desk.
OK that's me I said. and she logged off.
I know I'm not good looking, and I was just looking for someone to talk to, share with and stuff. I really didn't think 'anything' was going to happen. But I guess all the 'its whats inside that matters, not looks' was crap... Well at least have the manners to say 'sorry, but no thanks'

No fool, I know... Stupid, stupid man.

I arrived back home and fairly promptly fell asleep.
The night shifts finally got the better of me and I was out for over an hour. Missed the News Quiz, and was woken up in time for "Britain's Got Talent". I didn't watch it... I told you, I'm down with the cool kids....

During dinner she said "Don't forget I'm working tomorrow night." I hadn't forgotten.
Number 1Son said "Are you not here? Oh, I'm going out tomorrow too."
"Well worth me coming, wasn't it?"

So then. I'm looking for an invite. Anyone?

Camberwell Carrot, anyone?

On another week of nights, which seem (tempting fate again) to be going OK, but I've still had time for a bit of a catch up with one or two people.

I decided to download some music and wanted to collect a track from bands I'd seen at a festival we used to go to as a group a few years ago. Me and Wifey were the only couple at the time, and along with LBJ and Eddie Munster, we used to stay at Yankee Boy's last UK residence and spend a weekend pretending we were still 18, could still rock'n'roll, could still drink all night and party evveeeeeeeeryyyyy dayyyyyyyyyyyy! Which we could... for a day or two. Then Monday would hit and we'd all be completely fucked and have to travel back to our various cities of residence and spend time at our work desks before we recovered on Friday.
Anhway, I'd got a list of about 20 tracks and thought I was doing OK, but it certainly wasn't the list of 5 years worth of festival going - so I sent out a round robin email.
I should have known better.
The accusations started flying almost immediately.
"I went to see them while you were watching the Sugarbabes with Wifey" I told LBJ.
"I NEVER went to see the Sugarbabes... and anyway, YOU went to see Atomic Kitten!" she replied.
I was pretty sure I'd never seen AK, and said so. Yankee Boy said he thought AK were the year before I first went, and confusion reigned about who the band were before the good band we had actually wanted to see! The emails kept flying... Remember Massive Attack? What about you falling over that girl? You were wigging out to Nickleback!/I never was/yes you were! How could you forget the Pixies? You were so drunk - pah, not as drunk as you when... Did you really wear that hat? Toilets? How did the car get scratched? Tiger Woods? Great band/Terrible band/who??
Several hours of this sort of thing were only brought to an end when I had to get dressed and go to work.

It was fun first time around, and almost as much fun on the emails...

Overnight, Wifey sorted the AK/Sugarbabe confusion. She and LBJ tried to see Mis-Teeq, Sugarbabes were on before the good band, and I never saw AK. Oh, and Coldplay were on twice, apparently. I didn't see them either time. I'm too cool for that.
I think that's right... I was very, very drunk...

Oh, and the playlist will be posted on... a website, but not this one. Sorry.
Go make your own memories!