About a month ago, I think it may have been in the same week as my previous blog post, I was notified that changed were taking place at the company I work at and that my role was becoming redundant, I wasn’t mad, I do very little and have stolen a wage for a long time but as time passed, I felt I should get what I could put of the situation as I have been employed for over 2 years but this pestered out to, I was holding my cards close to my chest and building a case for an employment tribunal but a manager in another department on my shift offered me a new role, £30,000 a year, 4 on 4 off and still working nights. It is more challenging and it’s been a while since I had to learn something, I will have to get my brain into gear. I was pretty much given the job as a favour it out of pity, however you want to look at it, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
My house purchase is progressing nicely. I am weighing up whether or not to conduct a survey again, the house looks in great shape.
I went to Sheffield with my friend, Shout, to watch a television taping for the new show Gladiators. It took a very long time but it was a new experience and I generally enjoyed the day out. We got to see Sir Bradley Walsh do his Donald Trump impression and a Pakistani win a contest of athletics. We had donner for dinner.
Yesterday, when walking back from work, my mother caught me talking to myself and making had gestures, I was aware it was something I did but I didn’t realise it was that obvious. I played it off as a joke but she is concerned.
A guy I get along with at work moved to another department, I gave him some Lucozade Orange and Bounty chocolates as a leaving gift. We had a takeaway meal too, it was Chinese, I think it’s outrageous that they can charge such high prices, I ordered a red Thai curry but didn’t buy rice separately so I just had the soupy curry with meat and veg floating within.
I’m sure there is more from the last month but it’s hard to recall, on day I got the bus, the young Pakistani in front of me asked for a child ticket but the bus driver insisted on ID and he paid for an adult ticket instead. I then shouted at the driver, he wanted me to say “please” and I called him out on his behaviour and made him feel uncomfortable, quite the win for me.
Human Garbage 