Where is my mind?
At this very moment I am in my semi-empty bedroom. There is just a desk, chair, computer and me.
Everything else is downstairs ready to be moved tomorrow to my new home - for now. I liked this flat, its very nice but being here alone with every room practically empty is just plain creepy.
As for the move. I have hired a van plus driver at a reasonable price except the driver said he is only 'the driver' and under no circumstances will actually lift stuff.
Nice.
Chris said will be around first thing to help. But as someone who has been off work for a year for health reasons - I have doubts about how much he could actually lift. I have a lot of stuff but I'm confident I would be able to move everything by myself - that is if I didn't have some furniture too.
Timo was right - I don't like anything that isn't heavy and/or awkward to move.
Anyway. No word on the music video thing yet. If they don't call me by Thursday I'll call them. I also had another interview today.
I got a call from a company who said they had my CV I'd dropped in and would like to meet me.
There was a problem - I have made so many CV drops I had no clue who they were and couldn't even remember dropping CV's in that area. Didn't say. Got the address and went anyway. Turns out it was a post house I'd dropped in at ages ago.
It is above a porn theatre, lingerie shop and opposite an porn store. You guessed it - its Soho.
Work have finally got a manager so I don't have to do it.
I have been saying since they gave me the job I didn't want to do it and they should find someone else.
Looks like what finally got through was when a couple of shifts ago the two members of staff who were supposed to take over from me didn't show up and I went nuts. Screaming down the phone 'eat shit and die' etc. Can't quite remember. One was too drunk to come in and the other assumed I'd covered him. I called higher ups and said I'm leaving for the night. They gave me permission but they didn't have much choice.
I'd had a really crap day before that happened anyway with every customer I hate and nut cases and shoplifters coming in.
I was not a happy bunny and they appear to have got the impression I will walk out if I get so much as slightly irritated again.
So work higher ups think I'm nuts.
Valerie at work says I am her hero - for getting a manager and getting the following gits off their ass'.
Tarek and Ed (otherwise known as 'shit for brains no.1' and 'shit for brains no.2' - Tarek gets to be no.1 because hes been there longer) have been obedient little puppies and actually stacking shelves and all the other things they get paid for but never do.
Who says going insane doesn't have benefits.
There is a lesson here. Do not piss me off or... prozac is a valid option.
I forget. Answers on a postcard.
Everything else is downstairs ready to be moved tomorrow to my new home - for now. I liked this flat, its very nice but being here alone with every room practically empty is just plain creepy.
As for the move. I have hired a van plus driver at a reasonable price except the driver said he is only 'the driver' and under no circumstances will actually lift stuff.
Nice.
Chris said will be around first thing to help. But as someone who has been off work for a year for health reasons - I have doubts about how much he could actually lift. I have a lot of stuff but I'm confident I would be able to move everything by myself - that is if I didn't have some furniture too.
Timo was right - I don't like anything that isn't heavy and/or awkward to move.
Anyway. No word on the music video thing yet. If they don't call me by Thursday I'll call them. I also had another interview today.
I got a call from a company who said they had my CV I'd dropped in and would like to meet me.
There was a problem - I have made so many CV drops I had no clue who they were and couldn't even remember dropping CV's in that area. Didn't say. Got the address and went anyway. Turns out it was a post house I'd dropped in at ages ago.
It is above a porn theatre, lingerie shop and opposite an porn store. You guessed it - its Soho.
Work have finally got a manager so I don't have to do it.
I have been saying since they gave me the job I didn't want to do it and they should find someone else.
Looks like what finally got through was when a couple of shifts ago the two members of staff who were supposed to take over from me didn't show up and I went nuts. Screaming down the phone 'eat shit and die' etc. Can't quite remember. One was too drunk to come in and the other assumed I'd covered him. I called higher ups and said I'm leaving for the night. They gave me permission but they didn't have much choice.
I'd had a really crap day before that happened anyway with every customer I hate and nut cases and shoplifters coming in.
I was not a happy bunny and they appear to have got the impression I will walk out if I get so much as slightly irritated again.
So work higher ups think I'm nuts.
Valerie at work says I am her hero - for getting a manager and getting the following gits off their ass'.
Tarek and Ed (otherwise known as 'shit for brains no.1' and 'shit for brains no.2' - Tarek gets to be no.1 because hes been there longer) have been obedient little puppies and actually stacking shelves and all the other things they get paid for but never do.
Who says going insane doesn't have benefits.
There is a lesson here. Do not piss me off or... prozac is a valid option.
I forget. Answers on a postcard.