I love my job...
I wasn't actually going to make a post but then I got bored. Yesterday started off as one helluva productive day...I changed a light bulb (the 2nd one I've ever changed) and applied for a job as a support worker for women and children victims of domestic violence. It has been suggested to me by my security guard Den that I'd make an excellent drugs counsellor too but I feel it's too soon for that at the moment. But the main thing is I'm slowly climbing out of my rut :D
Anyway, as I was saying, yesterday started off being productive. Then I had some strong pain killers cause I didn't feel well. They made me feel better so to celebrate, me and my other security guard, Roy, decided that we would drink a bottle of champagne between us that was sitting in the fridge at work (we had hit £1000 the day before) and take some Propanol (I think this is the right name...they're a prescription medicine and they're meant to calm you down but help maintain energy too...). This, of course meant that I was rather drunk (I think it was the combination of the two that enhanced the effects..) and because I was rather drunk I decided to go to the Turkish shop up the road and buy two bottles of Martini Asti, which is actually very nice. So yeah...I was mega fucked by home time but it was fun. My reasoning is that I don't do it all the time anymore (like I used to) so a little indulgence here and there won't hurt that much. However, if (as I may or may not have previously contemplated...especially yesterday..) I return to my usual poison (sp33d, for those of you that don't know me AT ALL!!! Lol) then I fear my life would be in danger anyway as I'm pretty sure that Den would kill me. Never mind what it would do to my kidneys!!
Moving onwards...enough of this boring shit. I have successfully managed to waffle my way through this post that was never intended and now I will go and get my carcass ready for another day in my life...
Love to all x
Anyway, as I was saying, yesterday started off being productive. Then I had some strong pain killers cause I didn't feel well. They made me feel better so to celebrate, me and my other security guard, Roy, decided that we would drink a bottle of champagne between us that was sitting in the fridge at work (we had hit £1000 the day before) and take some Propanol (I think this is the right name...they're a prescription medicine and they're meant to calm you down but help maintain energy too...). This, of course meant that I was rather drunk (I think it was the combination of the two that enhanced the effects..) and because I was rather drunk I decided to go to the Turkish shop up the road and buy two bottles of Martini Asti, which is actually very nice. So yeah...I was mega fucked by home time but it was fun. My reasoning is that I don't do it all the time anymore (like I used to) so a little indulgence here and there won't hurt that much. However, if (as I may or may not have previously contemplated...especially yesterday..) I return to my usual poison (sp33d, for those of you that don't know me AT ALL!!! Lol) then I fear my life would be in danger anyway as I'm pretty sure that Den would kill me. Never mind what it would do to my kidneys!!
Moving onwards...enough of this boring shit. I have successfully managed to waffle my way through this post that was never intended and now I will go and get my carcass ready for another day in my life...
Love to all x