We'd go out Friday night, have a drink and do whatever made us feel alright
I've turned into a big drunk, that's the second time now I've woke up with a hangover. Been awhile since I've been that drunk on a Friday but I think I had pretty good reason to. Shame it was a work night and now I have to spend forty hours a week with these people. Let me start from the beginning though. After a disaster game of footy on Thursday where I manage to score an own-goal and totally mess up passes, where I accidentally kicked the ball backward and I run back and only to hit it back further. I did score two though and we won so not too many people will care. That's not so bad, and on the night I made sure I wasn't going out as Friday I had my work away-day which I was really looking forward to. Turns out my view was justified as the day was really fun, in the morning we did a samba session were we all had to play a certain part of a samba band. I played the tambourim which is like a tambourine but you hit it with a drum stick. That was the boring part of the day though and after a nice lunch we had the afternoon, which included a game of full-size table football, like the footsy game you're stuck in there kicking. Really fun and I scored a few. Then we had like a bungee rope where you have to get the baton the furthest. We were all in teams and our team wasn't the best but we still managed to get third, I have my medal again. My favourite was the grass buggies, you can put your foot down and potentially die but you only live once.
Instead of drinking, I went the gym afterward. It was lovely, they had the wrestling on a little tv on the machines and I exercised happily. To get my moneys worth, I went to the olympic swimming pool as well, the sauna, steam and my favourite the aromatherapy room. Then here's where the disaster strikes, I went into the hydro-pool and I finally felt happy. The view was lovely and I could finally put my life in context and things weren't so bad. Then my manager and two other of the girls walked past laughing, and I got up shocked like "what the fuck?". Then I forgot about it, enjoyed the rest of the day got ready for the meal. I was dressed up, fit and ready for a good meal and drink. My wrong decision though was to sit on the drunk table and after a few free drinks it came out that my relaxation in the jacuzzi was a misleading accusation of a "cum-face". It's funny, I laughed. I was enjoying myself and it looked like an o-face. A few laughs and that should be the end of it but it wasn't. It becomes obviously clear that these aren't my friends where we can happily do offensive jokes and all good friends after, this is people who I have to work with, these are the people I have tried to earn some respect for the past few years. This is the job where I'm underpaid and overworked, I shouldn't take this shit. I drank more, becoming less involved and more agitated.
It just got too far, for the first ten minutes it was fine. Then before I know it, it's two hours. I'm talking to Becky on the phone and someone says, this guy is doing your cum face. My manager is there, she tried to speak to me later and I said I didn't think it was her fault as she didn't say the comment. She did laugh though, maybe I should have been more outspoken but I've always wanted to keep the peace because I couldn't see myself working there for much longer. The wines are getting downed at a rapid pace as I grow more upset. I never wanted to be the new joke after it was really good day. The last guy who made a fool of himself and got too drunk and annoyed everyone got banned this year and I didn't want to take his place, I didn't do anything though but it felt I did. I was frustrated at everyone and I felt totally defenseless. It's one of those, if anyone else said it you could walk away or punch them in the face but on here I just had to take it. I sat on the coach feeling awful, I drank too much. I said too much, I ended up throwing up and coming to some awful conclusion that it didn't flush, another embarrassment to the pile. Not looking forward to going back Tuesday. Beerybridge. This journal entry wasn't the easiest to admit to but I am human afterall. I wanted to show this as a distant memory of everything that once was and how my future could compare against this total mess of an evening. Looking at my previous away-day journal entry, I think I went one journal too far.
On Saturday things got much better. I was woken up with a hangover but the good news that I was going to the final Liverpool match of the season. It was fun walking down to Anfield again and I really missed it. The last time I went was new year and I lost my season ticket and got banned thereafter. We managed to win 3-1 and at the end all the players did a lap of the stadium and we cheered as third place and a potential FA Cup was on it's way. After that I went to see Becky for a bit, watched 8 mile which I thought was really surprisingly good. I was disappointed they didn't show his life upto getting signed and becoming the second biggest rapper in the world. Still though it was something nice before going out with Mikey to the all-nighter in the Krazy. I did say I wasn't going to drink again but that quickly came to an end as we got a taxi and stayed there til 5am. We have mastered the clock and like Dane Cook said, we just went to dance: no guys tonight. On the way home McDonalds was closed so we decided to walk to Edge Lane. We got upto Wavertree before we saw a dodgy homeless guy who was going to beat us up for 20p. Luckily Sergio was on the ball, I think I was quoted as saying "nothing is going to happen let's walk on" as he jumped in the taxi and the driver warned us that he is known around the streets to be aggressive and violent. That was a lucky escape. Today I'm probably going the cinema then watch the PPV. I hope things get better. My last few entries have been happy. Why should this one be any different?
Instead of drinking, I went the gym afterward. It was lovely, they had the wrestling on a little tv on the machines and I exercised happily. To get my moneys worth, I went to the olympic swimming pool as well, the sauna, steam and my favourite the aromatherapy room. Then here's where the disaster strikes, I went into the hydro-pool and I finally felt happy. The view was lovely and I could finally put my life in context and things weren't so bad. Then my manager and two other of the girls walked past laughing, and I got up shocked like "what the fuck?". Then I forgot about it, enjoyed the rest of the day got ready for the meal. I was dressed up, fit and ready for a good meal and drink. My wrong decision though was to sit on the drunk table and after a few free drinks it came out that my relaxation in the jacuzzi was a misleading accusation of a "cum-face". It's funny, I laughed. I was enjoying myself and it looked like an o-face. A few laughs and that should be the end of it but it wasn't. It becomes obviously clear that these aren't my friends where we can happily do offensive jokes and all good friends after, this is people who I have to work with, these are the people I have tried to earn some respect for the past few years. This is the job where I'm underpaid and overworked, I shouldn't take this shit. I drank more, becoming less involved and more agitated.
It just got too far, for the first ten minutes it was fine. Then before I know it, it's two hours. I'm talking to Becky on the phone and someone says, this guy is doing your cum face. My manager is there, she tried to speak to me later and I said I didn't think it was her fault as she didn't say the comment. She did laugh though, maybe I should have been more outspoken but I've always wanted to keep the peace because I couldn't see myself working there for much longer. The wines are getting downed at a rapid pace as I grow more upset. I never wanted to be the new joke after it was really good day. The last guy who made a fool of himself and got too drunk and annoyed everyone got banned this year and I didn't want to take his place, I didn't do anything though but it felt I did. I was frustrated at everyone and I felt totally defenseless. It's one of those, if anyone else said it you could walk away or punch them in the face but on here I just had to take it. I sat on the coach feeling awful, I drank too much. I said too much, I ended up throwing up and coming to some awful conclusion that it didn't flush, another embarrassment to the pile. Not looking forward to going back Tuesday. Beerybridge. This journal entry wasn't the easiest to admit to but I am human afterall. I wanted to show this as a distant memory of everything that once was and how my future could compare against this total mess of an evening. Looking at my previous away-day journal entry, I think I went one journal too far.
On Saturday things got much better. I was woken up with a hangover but the good news that I was going to the final Liverpool match of the season. It was fun walking down to Anfield again and I really missed it. The last time I went was new year and I lost my season ticket and got banned thereafter. We managed to win 3-1 and at the end all the players did a lap of the stadium and we cheered as third place and a potential FA Cup was on it's way. After that I went to see Becky for a bit, watched 8 mile which I thought was really surprisingly good. I was disappointed they didn't show his life upto getting signed and becoming the second biggest rapper in the world. Still though it was something nice before going out with Mikey to the all-nighter in the Krazy. I did say I wasn't going to drink again but that quickly came to an end as we got a taxi and stayed there til 5am. We have mastered the clock and like Dane Cook said, we just went to dance: no guys tonight. On the way home McDonalds was closed so we decided to walk to Edge Lane. We got upto Wavertree before we saw a dodgy homeless guy who was going to beat us up for 20p. Luckily Sergio was on the ball, I think I was quoted as saying "nothing is going to happen let's walk on" as he jumped in the taxi and the driver warned us that he is known around the streets to be aggressive and violent. That was a lucky escape. Today I'm probably going the cinema then watch the PPV. I hope things get better. My last few entries have been happy. Why should this one be any different?