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Yeh, I can never get the hang of this. I mean wtf, if I actually updated it to tell you all how my day was and wtf was going on *geez* I would look like a fucking moaning bastard. ;)
Well yesterday was pretty boring day. I must confess that I took Monday & Tuesday off work claiming I was ill. Hokey I had a sorta dodgy tummy all weekend, I blame my works sausage rolls not being cooked properly by one of what I call the 'Forn Legion' and me being hungry and stupid enough to eat em on Thursday and Friday of last week could have contributed to 1/2 of my lie *coughs*. Anyways I was my supervisor Ali called me yesterday asking if I would be in, tbh he called me at 12pm and I was in the middle of REM sleep. Later on I was rudely disturbed by my father playing Whitney Houston (I dont mind her) so up I got to close the bathroom door which has a speaker in it blasting away. (2pm) My father wakes me up so that I can help shift a hut in our garden from one end to the other (fairynuff). (3pm) I had to help lay a new plastic floor thingy in the kitchen which my father had found in the hut, that was a long task in it's own right, oh and there was tears, not from me but from mains pipe by the washing machine (this story could take a while). Basically my father was trying to be clever and work around everything. If I were in charge I would have removed all objects that can move and put the floor down the easiest possible way avoiding breaking pipes by tipping washing machines in tight angles. After all the nonsense I decided to hide for the rest of the evening/night and only to surface when food was about.
Now on a brighter note I was told today by my friend Thespina from London that she is coming to Edinburgh for the weekend, and she can be a bit o a goth when she wants too (always welcome). So I guess she'll be taken out Saturday night with her friend Emma to some random pub (suggestions always welcome), and then to the studios. I personally hope I can still get away with my debauched Fuckblast (buckfast) or even it's caffeine content to keep me going for most of the night.
And now today I have to be a fucking work at 14.45. I'm wondering who I'll be working with and if I have to put up with their culturally different mood swings, which I believe I dont get paid enough for considering they are on the same wage as me, but because I am a fluent english speaker I have to do that little bit more to satisfy all. *one disgruntled garage-man* (personal note: must phone Ian about job and get on with my coursework).
Well yesterday was pretty boring day. I must confess that I took Monday & Tuesday off work claiming I was ill. Hokey I had a sorta dodgy tummy all weekend, I blame my works sausage rolls not being cooked properly by one of what I call the 'Forn Legion' and me being hungry and stupid enough to eat em on Thursday and Friday of last week could have contributed to 1/2 of my lie *coughs*. Anyways I was my supervisor Ali called me yesterday asking if I would be in, tbh he called me at 12pm and I was in the middle of REM sleep. Later on I was rudely disturbed by my father playing Whitney Houston (I dont mind her) so up I got to close the bathroom door which has a speaker in it blasting away. (2pm) My father wakes me up so that I can help shift a hut in our garden from one end to the other (fairynuff). (3pm) I had to help lay a new plastic floor thingy in the kitchen which my father had found in the hut, that was a long task in it's own right, oh and there was tears, not from me but from mains pipe by the washing machine (this story could take a while). Basically my father was trying to be clever and work around everything. If I were in charge I would have removed all objects that can move and put the floor down the easiest possible way avoiding breaking pipes by tipping washing machines in tight angles. After all the nonsense I decided to hide for the rest of the evening/night and only to surface when food was about.
Now on a brighter note I was told today by my friend Thespina from London that she is coming to Edinburgh for the weekend, and she can be a bit o a goth when she wants too (always welcome). So I guess she'll be taken out Saturday night with her friend Emma to some random pub (suggestions always welcome), and then to the studios. I personally hope I can still get away with my debauched Fuckblast (buckfast) or even it's caffeine content to keep me going for most of the night.
And now today I have to be a fucking work at 14.45. I'm wondering who I'll be working with and if I have to put up with their culturally different mood swings, which I believe I dont get paid enough for considering they are on the same wage as me, but because I am a fluent english speaker I have to do that little bit more to satisfy all. *one disgruntled garage-man* (personal note: must phone Ian about job and get on with my coursework).