Snow Business
Morning!
Well it’s one of those mornings where you just can’t sleep, well I can’t. I woke up at about 4.30 and tried my best to go back off to the world of z’s, but it just was not happening. So here I sit eating my crunchy nuts [that’s the cereal before you say anything], looking out over a properly snowed on view from my window. It actually looks rather pretty. Bella went out to do her business in it and was less then impressed. All washed down with a rather good cup of coffee from my new Gaggia Baby Espresso Machine, bought with my Amex points. I’m rather pleased with this for two reasons:
I love my coffee - a lot & I nearly spent the points on a bike for my ex-g [which would most likely have been stolen by now, after locking it up against some rather secure thin air of a grazing sheep or something just a fucking stupid].
A Post too far
Well I spent two and a half weeks as a Post Man, a job I would love to have kept up with if it was not for the level of incompetence within what is laughingly known as ‘Management’. Children it is a joke. Big fat Joke. I won’t name the worst culprits [Craig and Zaf your safe - long may it remain our secret]. Now known as C and Z, C was just a pointless week being who did not know his arse from his elbow and had the body and completion of a McDonalds addict, and Z was a failed Postman who got offered the job as manager because he was useless as a postman and taken off rounds in his second week. There was another ‘floor manager’ but I cant remember his name, hell he could not remember any English, so fairs fair!
Was it that bad?
The actual post bit was fine, if I had my own round, they paid me money for the work I did, and gave a shit about you, then I would have stayed. I met two sound ‘long termers’ , Roy, who is apparently a ‘Lifer’ and Paddy, who is stuck there at the moment. Both sound as a pound and super helpful. And I’d be well happy for them to do my round any day. No it was the ‘On job - no training’, nothing planned for, nothing worked out. Stand around until they pull their thumbs out their arses. I had enough after being sent to Abingdon one day and then to the sorting house the next. Nobody was expecting us and nobody new what to do with us - oh and when they worked it out, they decided to leave us alone with no help. No explanation of what to do. So after Z asked which day I wanted off: “Thursday or Friday please”, ‘Okay you can have tomorrow off [Wednesday]’, he pretty much made my mind up for me. Thursday I handed my notice in, 2 hours it took to get a response, and then they tried to hold me to a contract I’d not signed. Another half an hour went, so I turned my phone off and that’s the last I’ve heard from them since Thursday last week. Pathetic. and for £7.80 an hour? So next time you ahve trouble with your post there are two things you can be sure of: It’s not Roy or Paddy’s fault.
Toys.
If your in a generous mood I would like these please:
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oh and…
So, that’s the Sony HRV - H1000e a cheap over the shoulder mini DV HD camcorder - £1,200, the new all singing Mac Pro Dual Quad Processor £1,700+ [needs Final Cut & Adobe creative Suit as well], some basic lighting £120+, and an LED Chroma Ring kit £250 +. I could then bang out corporate video’s and do an amasing video blog. Not to mention some funky videos. Come on people; please?
Loosing a Pet
Quick mention for Simon, who’s Bunny past on at the weekend. It’s the worst bit of pet ownership, I look at beautiful Bella and cant even imagine, enjoy the happiness they bring when they are with you. Pets do make life a lot better.
Laters,
Chalkster