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Pinch, punch, first of the month, can't do it back to me!
So. No news really here. Have work four 12 hour days and one 7 hour day in the last five days, and I'll be off to work again after lunch. Three of the 12 hour days were in a row which was accidental (I got begged and have no power to say no), there is something quite demoralising about get up, work, get home, eat go to bed and running round that long for one day is shattering, so three, yee gods I'm dead. And not to whine, but I get less than 60 quid for a twelve hour day, it takes forever for me to make money.
You know what I really hate, national insurance, does anyone know how they work out how much they take off you, because I've had my pay slips and my calculator out and looked for a pattern, and I can't see one. I'd feel so much better about it if I knew how to check it was right (I am very paranoid about being paid the wrong amount...because half of the time they do miss off hours and the rest).
Anyway, I went to Wales Tuesday and Wednesday, swam in the sea, played with the cousins, horrified the beach with me in a swimming cosy, built a roman villa out of sand (it was awesome!)
I also got to go on a day trip this week! My 7 hour day was taking some of the old dears to St Anne's (a seaside town a mile from Blackpool). Quelle disastrous! Actually it wasn't too bad, seemed a bit pointless to me, they just sat outside doing nothing instead of inside all day, but they got music and fish and chips and two of them tried to escape, which involved them hitting me and screaming 'get off me! get off me!' half way down the pier. I put on my best 'I'm not a kidnapper, honest!' smile (it's slightly manic, may come across slightly 'Why, yes! I am a mugger') and brazened it out.
The cousins (and Aunt and Uncle) have gone back to Australia, am missing the little brats already, but the hamster is looking less traumatised. Also, am all nostalgic for my Grandad, he lived in a flat built as an extension on the back of our house, and I was looking at the door this morning thinking I wanted to go through and give him a hug. It made me remember this very bitter speech my junior four teacher gave us once, basically telling us to love and cherish our parents now because by the time we've grown up and realise that they were right about half the things they tried to do for us, and we should have let the other half slide, it's too late. At the time...well I would say I ignored it like the young ne'er do well I was because that's how the story is supposed to go but I'm a sentimental old softie, so I went home and gave them a hug and told them I'd love them for ever. Still, the moral remains, he was right, so I'm going to see my old lady next door before work today...so right about now.
Am still meaning to catch up with my flist, but I don't even know where I last read, I suck, disown me, but when I have a day off I shall spend a good number of hours cherishing my friends as well (you are perfectly welcome to emulate my sisters when I give you these metaphorical hugs; sighs, eye rolls, calling me a limpet, telling me 'okay, fine, you can hug me since I haven't seen you in ages, but then you're to sit at the other side of the sofa and don't tell me you love me!...I'm philosophical, I take it as a sign of affection)
So. No news really here. Have work four 12 hour days and one 7 hour day in the last five days, and I'll be off to work again after lunch. Three of the 12 hour days were in a row which was accidental (I got begged and have no power to say no), there is something quite demoralising about get up, work, get home, eat go to bed and running round that long for one day is shattering, so three, yee gods I'm dead. And not to whine, but I get less than 60 quid for a twelve hour day, it takes forever for me to make money.
You know what I really hate, national insurance, does anyone know how they work out how much they take off you, because I've had my pay slips and my calculator out and looked for a pattern, and I can't see one. I'd feel so much better about it if I knew how to check it was right (I am very paranoid about being paid the wrong amount...because half of the time they do miss off hours and the rest).
Anyway, I went to Wales Tuesday and Wednesday, swam in the sea, played with the cousins, horrified the beach with me in a swimming cosy, built a roman villa out of sand (it was awesome!)
I also got to go on a day trip this week! My 7 hour day was taking some of the old dears to St Anne's (a seaside town a mile from Blackpool). Quelle disastrous! Actually it wasn't too bad, seemed a bit pointless to me, they just sat outside doing nothing instead of inside all day, but they got music and fish and chips and two of them tried to escape, which involved them hitting me and screaming 'get off me! get off me!' half way down the pier. I put on my best 'I'm not a kidnapper, honest!' smile (it's slightly manic, may come across slightly 'Why, yes! I am a mugger') and brazened it out.
The cousins (and Aunt and Uncle) have gone back to Australia, am missing the little brats already, but the hamster is looking less traumatised. Also, am all nostalgic for my Grandad, he lived in a flat built as an extension on the back of our house, and I was looking at the door this morning thinking I wanted to go through and give him a hug. It made me remember this very bitter speech my junior four teacher gave us once, basically telling us to love and cherish our parents now because by the time we've grown up and realise that they were right about half the things they tried to do for us, and we should have let the other half slide, it's too late. At the time...well I would say I ignored it like the young ne'er do well I was because that's how the story is supposed to go but I'm a sentimental old softie, so I went home and gave them a hug and told them I'd love them for ever. Still, the moral remains, he was right, so I'm going to see my old lady next door before work today...so right about now.
Am still meaning to catch up with my flist, but I don't even know where I last read, I suck, disown me, but when I have a day off I shall spend a good number of hours cherishing my friends as well (you are perfectly welcome to emulate my sisters when I give you these metaphorical hugs; sighs, eye rolls, calling me a limpet, telling me 'okay, fine, you can hug me since I haven't seen you in ages, but then you're to sit at the other side of the sofa and don't tell me you love me!...I'm philosophical, I take it as a sign of affection)