MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE

Or happy holidays if you live in America. I am completely ready for Christmas. I am ready for a day of lazing about on the sofa eating loads of junk and watching movies all day. All my presents are bought, they are wrapped and as of an hour or so ago are under the tree. The meats are cooked and the vegetables are cooked and mashed ready for bubble and squeak. This year we are doing thing a bit backwards. We had the turkey curry today which we usually have into the new year to use up the turkey. We are having our boxing day meals like cold meats and bubble and squeal for Christmas day dinner. And we are having Christmas day dinner on Boxing day.

Last night I went to Andie’s 18th birthday party. It was a bit weird in the beginning because I didn’t know anyone but after 30 minutes or so some people I know started turning up and I felt more at ease. It was hard being one of only a few who weren’t drinking, and being the only straightedge person in the room. But I see it as I was looking after everyone who was drinking, including picking them up off the floor. We were wearing glow stick wristbands all night. I was controlling the music for a while. A couple of us where complaining about the music, most wanted drum and base music, but the select few wanted rock and metal. Who do you think won? All in all it was a good night.

In brother news. I now have a lock on my door but the fucker undid the screws to get in. So I now have clear nail varnish over the screws. That should hold him off for a while.

In puppy news, she is all healed up and her ear looks relatively normal. She is all ready for her second Christmas. Trying to get at the nibbles and sniffing the presents.

My final note for Christmas Eve is Merry Christmas (Happy Holidays) to all.

Brothers Part 2

Today I was going out to do my Christmas shopping, so went to get some gift cards I have had for a while. They were there about 2 weeks ago because my mum remembers tidying them up. So knows they were there but they aren’t there now. We have searched high and low but we can’t find them. Which deduces that my brother has yet again stolen from me. So that’s it mum has had enough as well, so the only way we can think of to stop him stealing my stuff is to put a lock on the door. It sucks, because I should not have to lock my room to stop my brother stealing from me.

I still went Christmas shopping with my new Christmas play list but I didn’t buy anything.
Mainly because most things are cheaper online.

In puppy news, her ear is almost healed but she still has a bit hanging off. My mum will never trim her again, at least not her ears.

It’s nice to have a week off work but I get kinda bored I the evenings.

Puppy accident

Oh my god. Today was Poppy puppy’s grooming day. We gave her a bath and dried her. But when it came to trimming her fur, we had a little accident. Mum was trimming her ears while I was holding her head and all of a sudden Poppy lets out a yelp. I ask mum if she had nipped her and she said yes as she rushed across the kitchen to grab some tissue. As I am there holding her head and there is blood pouring from Poppy’s ear. It wasn’t just a nip. The edge of her ear is sliced off. It’s about 1cm long and a couple of millimetres in.

We stopped the bleeding and decided to go out to see Nan and Granddad. On the way we called the vet who said it’s not an emergency if it stops bleeding. But part of her ear is hanging off, so every time she shakes her head the bleeding starts again. So the vet said to stop her shaking you have to carry her everywhere. We decided to go to the pet shop on the way. But as we got out of the car, Poppy shakes her head and the bleeding starts again. We thought we stopped it but as we were walking around the pet shop with me holding her, the blood is pouring out and onto the floor. So I go back to the car with her while mum does the shopping and I manage to get it to stop again. We decided not to go to Nan and Granddad’s because Poppy will get too excited and may open the wound again. So we just went home.

To stop her shaking her head at home we had to make something. Mum came up with the genius idea to put a sock on her head. We cut the toes off and we cut a hole for her other ear. But the sock holds down the injured ear so that if she does shake then her ear won’t move. To stop her from removing the sock we had to put her cone on. Now she looks funny but at least she doesn't keep bleeding.

In brother news, he’s aloud back in the house but only to sleep and eat. He has to keep away from me for the time being. I have now hidden my bag where nobody but me will find it. Try and steal from me now asshole.

In other news, I am talking to my ex-boyfriend again. He requested me and now we talk a lot. It’s good to know that he’s okay and it’s good to find out what he is up to. Especially after loosing Jamie. I regret not talking to Jamie even though he had requested me only months before.

AARRRGGG!!! *$%^”! Brothers

After I stuck up for him too. I drive to work as usual, get my purse out to take out my lunch money as usual. And what do I find. The fucking twat has cleaned me out. I had at least £35 in there. In 5x£5 and a £10 note that mum gave to me to put towards petrol to drive her to the airport last week. Plus I had at least 1x£1 coin because I always have at least one for my mid-morning snack and a drink. But no the fucker has cleaned me out. So now I can’t have my mid-morning snack, I have to wait to go out at lunch. He just doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions. I am so hungry. All I have to keep me going for about 5 hours before my lunch is water and polo’s. I can’t believe he’s done it again. I don’t even know how he could do it. Because since the last wave of thefts from my bag I have had to put a combination lock on there and after my petrol money went missing last week I changed the combination. I am that pissed off at the moment that I am considering whether or not to inform the police. But what would I say. This is how it will pan out if I did go to the police.

Me: “Hi, I’d like to report a crime”.

Popo: “Okay miss, what’s happened”?

Me: “My brother has stolen money from my bag”.

Popo: “What proof do you have that it was him”.

Me: “It couldn’t have been anyone else”.

Popo: “Any hard evidence”.

Me: “No”.

Popo: “Then I’m sorry but there is nothing we can do”.
　
　
So all this morning I have been looking at safe’s and CCTV camera’s at work. But then I thought no, I should not have to do this. I should not have to lock my bag up to stop my brother, yes my brother from stealing from me.

One of my work mates said “you look like you don’t want to be here today“, I just laughed it off. But I was thinking no I don’t, I want to hunt the little shit down and ring his fucking neck.

What do you do with someone who does not see what he is doing is wrong?

What do you do with someone who doesn’t see that his actions are driving his family away?

All because he wants to go out drinking with his mates every night.

Mum wants to change the locks, so that he can’t get in and right now I think she’s right.

Aaarrrrggg!!! FUCKING IDIOT I just want to yell at the top of my lungs. But alas I am at work.

I start to calm down a little and then I think to myself he’s my brother and he cares about me that little that he steals from me. He cares more about his fucking lowlife mates then he does his family.

After everything I’ve done for him.

Anyway, I think you can tell I’m pissed off.

Happy Birthday Mum

As you can tell from the title it’s my mum’s birthday today, so as the loving daughter I am I took her out for dinner, bought her a present and a card. What did she get from my brother…..NOTHING!

I bought her a birthday cake as well but so did my grand parents.
My brother is being such an asshole. Even more than normal. He didn’t get anything for my mum’s birthday because he’s selfish and doesn’t think about anyone but himself. I told him at the beginning of the month and as many times as I could that it was her birthday and he needs to save some money to get her a present. So what does he do, he blows it all on booze.

He hasn’t been going to work in the last couple of days, so he won’t get paid at the end of the week. Oh and he has a £100 fine to pay by 12th December or he goes to court.
Because mum is so pissed off with bailing him out but paying his shit, giving him money all the time and giving him a lift when he asks. Basically doing anything that he asks, because it easier than arguing with him. She has now kicked him out of the house and told him that he needs to change his ways. This morning I woke up to a note the said:

‘ J
Leave your key, this is no longer your home or family’

A bit mean I think but he has to learn, he has to have a full time job that pays a proper wage by next year due to all the bills going up. Me and mum can’t keep paying for him. But what ever we say he still just doesn’t get it. We keep saying we are in recession and there is no money around and he just laughs and says ‘you’ve always got money’.

I love my brother of course I do but he is driving the family apart.

WHY CAN HE SEE THAT

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

It’s Halloween and I had to work. Apparently at home we had no trick or treat kids round and nothing really happened at work. This morning however I believe our poltergeist returned. I was in the bath and all of a sudden the shampoo bottle fell over. I promise you I was nowhere near the bottle, the dog and cat were locked out of the bathroom and it was so cold this morning that I had the window shut. So how did it fall over? It happened again at work. There was no-one in the aisle straight in front of me and again all of a sudden one of the tool boxes fell off the shelf. Spooky huh.

Question, Is it Christmas already? Can you sense the sarcasm? Well at work it is. All the new Christmas stock is going in. We have some lights and tinsel, trees and those annoying singing Christmas characters that start off all cute, but then after listening to them all day, they piss you off. One thing IT’S ONLY OCTOBER.

In other work news. The re-vamp has finally kicked up a gear. Showrooms is split in two, with kitchens and bathrooms at opposite ends of the store. Electrical is currently in plumbing. Plumbing has shifted up. We have no building yard, so all the exterior wood has move into the store. We have no stock on about 3-4 aisles in the middle of the store. The doors have moved to gardening. Trees have been cut down. Half of the car park which is in use has been dug up. And a wall has been removed from the staff area. It’s all go, hopefully to be finished before the deadline of peak trading at Easter.

I haven’t had anymore complaints about my parking. Which is really awesome. I still don’t like parking over the back, especially after dark.

My Saturday shifts have changed as of last Saturday. I keep to the same times and I still have one person from my shift. But I have two new people on my shift. So now I go from an all female shift to a half female and half male shift. In a way it is good but I will miss the girls. Plus I am now the only returns trained operator on my shift.

On Wednesday I had to fill in a Q12 questionnaire which asks staff what they think of the company as a place to work. One of the questions refers to ’Do you have the tools and equipment to do you job?’ I said no, we still have a problem with stationary like staplers and calculators, etc. another question asked ’Do you feel your opinion counts?’ Again I said no, referring to the stationary. I ranted on and said something along the lines of well no because if my opinion counted the stationary problem would have been sorted by now. So when I arrived tonight, guess what, yep we have all new stationary. But the staplers they have given us are useless. But at least they tried. They are trying to make us happy before the official questionnaire at the end of November.

Now the Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross story of them making prank phone calls to the actor Andrew Sachs and saying things about sleeping with the actor’s grand-daughter. For fuck sake it was a prank. It was funny and it has been blown well out of proportion. It should never have got as far as Russell Brand quitting and Jonathan Ross being suspended. They are both really funny men and if anyone had a problem with it they could have changed the station. They didn’t have the final say on the broadcasting of the material, it would be down to the shows producer. So if anyone deserves the sack, it the producer. The BBC website states that the amount of complains 15 days after the event has reached 37,500. Yeah, about 95% of them were days after the event.
Most probably didn’t even hear the original broadcast. I say again. IT WAS A PRANK.

Lewis Hamilton faces the final race of the season on the top of the table. But Felipe Massa is on his home circuit. The final race is this Sunday. The Brazilians have been said to be wishing Lewis to get a puncture. But I say one thing COME ON LEWIS. If Lewis wins he will become the youngest racer to win the Formula one championship trophy.

Oh well that’s it for now. I have to get some sleep as I am on early shift tomorrow and I fell like shit, because I have a fucking cold. My nose is blocked or running, my throat is on fire and I have a chesty cough.

A** hole

Today I am kind of pissed off. Today was my first day on BlogTV and everything was going okay for a while and then some obnoxious asshole decided to insult me. He (I’m guess it was a he) said something like don’t I have any respect for myself, I look like a pig in cow’s clothing. I thought you fucking little twat. So I replied with some line like ‘who the fuck asked you’. He just hacked me off so much. I mean, I’m fine with the way I look and I don’t care what people say about me, especially people who don’t know me. He doesn’t know if I am really self conscious about the way I look. He doesn’t know if I am diabetic. He doesn’t know if I have been through depression and am finally happy within myself and what he said would set me back. He doesn’t know if I’m suicidal. He just doesn’t know what consequence what he said would have on a person. Not to mention he didn’t have the cuts to sign in and in a way say it to my face. He had to hide behind a guest. I been at least 6 hours and I am still annoyed.

On a good note the new bath is fitted and built-in shower head. No more leaks.

Nothing has changed

Yesterday was my first day back at work after my holiday. Now the place is meant to be being refurbished but it looks no different to when I left. Just before I left, I was told that the lighting area would be down in two weeks but it’s still there.

An update on the parking situation. We have now been told that we have to park in the top car park. With no exceptions. We get two strikes. First strike we get a yellow card and a warning. Second time and it’s a red card, you’re dismissed from the company and they escort you from the building. Of course, where do I park. Yep, at the back of the front car park. But if it comes to anything I will argue the fact that I haven’t been told officially. It was only hearsay.

Today I treated the family to a Mc Donald’s dinner. Nice of me huh. But it wasn’t exactly fast food. Firstly we went through the drive through and waited 20 minutes before getting to the window and being told that the chip and pin machine was out of order. I argued with the man, saying they could have let us know sooner and he replied with some line about them being understaffed. When it doesn’t take 2 minutes to put up a sign. The man said you will have to come in if you want to use your card, I don’t think there is much of a queue at the moment. So I drove round the corner and parked up. I went inside and had to wait a further 20 minutes to be served in there. All because a group of children from a youth Christians group, that’s about 30 or so kids were there ordering one by one. They had no idea what they wanted to order. Plus they only had two people serving. If you don’t already know, I really don’t like kids and I wonder why. Add to that they were talking at the top of there voices and the fact that I was getting more and more hacked off every minute. I finally got served and they fucked up my order. To start with they only gave me 2 cups, where I ordered 3 drinks. Then I got back to the car and found that they only gave my one portion of fries, yeah we needed 3. So we got really hacked off. We charged into the restaurant and demanded to see the manager. We explained the situation nice and calmly and we got the fries we were missing, plus compensation of a free desert for every person. So a brownie and 2 apple pies for free. So all in all, we had to wait 50 or so minutes to get FASTFOOD, when it should have only taken 10 minutes tops.

On a good note I am currently sat on my new sofas. We have been sitting on deck chairs and the floor for weeks. It is so heavenly to sit in comfort.

Dawlish Warren

This is the account of my holiday is Dawlish warren , Devon.

Day One

The day started with paying the rent and putting petrol in the car. Packing and selecting my holiday play list. Then a three hour car journey to Dawlish. About 1/3 of the way there we stopped at Bere Regis services for a toilet break. Back on the road to go around a pointless roundabout. By pointless I mean there were only two directions, straight forward or back the way we came. Half way there and it started to rain, oh and it’s true what they say about cows, they really do laid down when it’s raining. For the second scheduled stop we missed the turning, so we continued on. We arrived and had to wait in the clubhouse until 3:30pm, to get the keys. We are staying in C62. Right up a steep hill. Which equals lots of exercise for us. We got inside and were immediately met by the stench of stale smoke. We looked around and I bagged the back bedroom before the boys. It was smaller but some how I preferred it. Anyway my room has two single beds. So I’m sleeping on one and putting all my stuff on the other. It’s definitely dirtier than Challaborough Bay last year, so we will complain at the end of the holiday. We would have complained earlier but we had already un-packed. We tried the smoke alarm and guess what, it didn’t work. And just the same as Challaborough last year they forgot to give us linen. So off down to Reception we go. Back to the caravan to make the beds. Me and mum went to explore and ended up in a private caravan park. So back to the caravan we went. Where I got out the map and we found the direction that said to the beach. So off we went exploring again and came across a fish and chip shop and a small supermarket. It’s bigger than the site supermarket anyway. By then it was starting to get dark, so we walked back. We met the boys, just as they were leaving the caravan, and they complained that they were hungry. So we went down to the clubhouse, but found the prices were too high. So we took a drive to the fish and chip shop. The boys came with us and went to the supermarket to buy some ketchup. Back to the caravan to eat battered sausage and ships with a chip butty on the side. We watched Coronation Street and Eastenders. Then down to the clubhouse to watch the reps do a swing act. Now I’m not a huge fan of swing, but they weren’t that bad. We stayed until about 11pm. Then back to the van to play a few round of solitaire. Then bed. I was absolutely knackered.

Day Two

Today started with me and mum going down the supermarket we found yesterday, by car. On the way we took a detour in the opposite direction to see what we could see. We found a Texaco petrol station and a Chinese takeaway shop. So I said I would stretch to a takeaway one night. Anyway back to the supermarket, where I bought some stuff to do a bolognaise pasta for tonight. Back to the caravan for a cup of coffee. Then me and mum decided to walk the coastal walk. It was great; we walked along the seafront, along a narrow path, which was the only thing that stopped the sea sweeping us away. We got almost all the way along, before having to take a detour, because the tide was too high for us to carry on. We made it all the way to Dawlish. A quaint little town. Mainly tea-rooms, but we did find a bank for me to draw out money for free. Then we found a Woolworths where I bought a set of dominos. We also found a Co-op supermarket, where we bought some sandwiches and a drink each for lunch that we ate on the seafront. By which time we were so tired that we though about getting the train back. It would take us to Dawlish Warren (the next stop) but we would have to walk up a really steep hill and we would have to wait 40 minutes for the train to arrive. So we decided to walk. We walked part of the wall back and walked along the bit of wall we couldn’t earlier. The tide was still a little high. So when the waves crashed along the wall, we got a bit wet. But it was all good fun. Then we turned off up past the Texaco garage we found earlier, so that we could cut off the huge hill. 3 ½ hours after we set off we made it back to the caravan for a well earned sit down. I cooked tea. Then I had a shower. There is something very sexual about being in someone else’s shower. That was until I got the fright of my life when a spider decided to jump on me from above. For those of you who don’t know, I am shit scared of spiders. Later we went down to the clubhouse to watch the reps do a queen tribute act. The queen tribute was actually really good. They got the whole place going with we will rock you and it was hilarious when one of the male performers dressed as a woman for I want to break free. Quite awesome. Me and mum played a round of pool. Obviously the boys can’t because of their hands. It came down to the black ball. Mum selected a pocket but put in the wrong hole, so technically I won, but she was leading all the way through. Then back to the van for a very welcome sleep. As again I am knackered and my knee gave way on the way down to the clubhouse. The backs of my legs ache and I’ve pulled my neck. Oh and I have to do it all again tomorrow when me and mum will walk along the wall in the opposite direction.

Day Three

Today for breakfast, well nearer lunch by the time the cooker was hot enough. We had a fry-up. After which me and mum went down to the beach and walked along the wall in the opposite direction to yesterday. We didn’t walk as far as we were both hurting after yesterday. It was mainly a sand and pebbles walk. The closer we got to the end of the beach, the more we realised that there wasn’t really anything at the end. So after about an hour of walking we turned back. At end of which we had a real Cornish ice cream Mr Whippy ice cream with a flake. Then off to the supermarket again to buy tea for tonight of potatoes, beans and a pie each. I managed to get the latest issue of Kerrang and Rocksound. So that kept me busy for a while. We had a coffee back in the van. Then we walked down to Reception to get some leaflets on Exeter, where we may go tomorrow. We stayed in the caravan and watched TV for a while. Then had tea. At about 9pm, we went down to the clubhouse. Where they were playing Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. They got stuck on a question and so a member of the audience called 118118. Which is a service where you can ask them anything. If they have the answer then they will text it to you. But if they can’t find the answer they will text you a random fact and your call will be free. So we waited and just before we were about to use a lifeline. The man yells I got a text and 118118 were right. We finished the competition and won the million. Then the show started 15 minutes late. Tonight it was a cabaret act of a comedian/singer by the name of Sammy Small. He wasn’t really funny and he didn’t really sing anything I know. It was motown, I knew a few choruses but that was it. His funniest story was about his friend Barry. Let me see it I can transcribe it for you.

I’ve got this friend Barry. Who just started working at a zoo. Now to start with they put Barry in charge of the fish. It was just one fish. But what they didn’t tell Barry was that it was a Piranha. So it kept biting Barry and taking chunks out of him. So Barry battered the fish over the head until it was stone cold dead. Another keeper said, you can’t do that Barry, you’ll get into trouble. What are we going to do with a dead fish. Barry said feed it to the lions, they’ll eat anything. So they moved Barry to look after the chimps. But there was this one chimp that was just so troublesome that Barry bashed it over the head until it was stone cold dead. The other keeper said, Barry you can’t do that, what are we going to do with a dead chimp. What if the boss finds out? Barry said feed it to the lion’s, they’ll eat anything. Next they put Barry somewhere they believed to be safe. They put him with the bees. Now the bees liked Barry. So much so that they stung him head to toes. Until Barry was so sore that he took a broom, whacked them and mushed the bees on the floor. The other keeper said, now Barry that’s enough, what are we going to do with a load of dead bees. Barry said I care not, feed them to the lion’s, they’ll eat anything. So the next day a new lion comes to the zoo and he’s taking to the other lion’s and asked, how is it here. The other lion’s looked at him and said fine. The new lion then asked, so how is the food here. To which the other lion’s replied. Great, yesterday we had battered fish, chimps and mushy bees.
If said fast enough it sounds like battered fish, chips and mushy peas. A very English dish. Tomorrow the adventure continues.

Day Four

Today, the first thing I did was get dressed and go to the little site supermarket, as last night J and Dex ate all the bread, not leaving any for breakfast. I spent the morning watching TV. Then me and mum walked down to the beach to catch the train to Exeter. It’s my first time on a train in about 4-5 years. The last time I went on a train was to go to Winchester with my college law class to see a murder trial. Anyway in England at the moment, the transport authority or who ever runs the train times say that most trains should be on time. But my first time in 5 years and it’s late. It was only 5 minutes late but it was still late. We got to Exeter and looked around the shops and sites. All we bought was a packet of crisps and a double cheeseburger from McDonalds. Which was the best double cheese burger I have had for a long time. It was fresh and hot with the cheese melted just right. Anyway we bought a bottle of water and a nail vanish. Not much considering we paid £3 train fare each. But at least it gave us something to do. On the way back the train was dead on time. It arrived at the station on time. We got on the wrong carriage. It was 7-8 carriages long. We needed to be in the back 3 but we were in the front carriage. So we ran to change carriage. It separated on time and got us back on time. For tea me and mum went halves on a Chinese. Not as good as our usual but not bad. Then off to see the reps in a show. We went down early to see the guest talent competition but nobody entered. So we played Who Wants To Be A Millionaire but Mark, one of the reps lost us all but £1000 of the money because he was so sure of an answer but was wrong. Then we watched the reps do a west end show, full of songs from west end musicals like The Lion King, Cats, Fame, Flash dance and Footloose. Then sadly back to the caravan to pack. Strangely tonight I am so tired, I was struggling to keep my eyes open through the show. So an early-ish night for me. 1:30am. Ha-ha

Day Five

Today started early, we had to get up and pack the car to be out of the caravan by 10am. Why is it you always have more luggage leaving a place than you do arriving? We all piled in the car and set off on the long journey home. I was navigating again but I found it hard to stay awake. Where I was so tired we missed our turning and had to double back on ourselves. So when the boys wanted to stop at the Bere Regis services for a toilet break, I got a coffee and a glucose boost. Back on the road again. It was such a welcome site to see the M27. It took us 3 ½ hours to get home. Then the arduous task of un-packing. Off to do some food shopping to get the essentials. Home to unpack again. Then down to Nan and Granddad’s to pick up Poppy. And that’s it, back home and the holidays is over. I still have a couple of days off work. Which is bonus.

All in all it was a very relaxing and welcome break away from the city life. But I wouldn’t change the city for anything.

holidays

In 12 hours, I am going on my holidays. I will be away for 5 days and don't know how I will spend 5 days without an internet connection.

I will be making notes all week and probably will write them all up and post them in one big blog.


So be prepared....

Logic of a Diet Coke can

Today whilst on my break, I was bored so I started reading my Diet Coke can. I was reading all the nutritional values on the reverse and on the side. Then I noticed that on the back it said that the Kcal (calories) in 100ml of Diet coke is 0.5 Kcal.

But on the side it said for 330ml (the whole can) there’s only 1 calorie.

That doesn't make sense, 3.3x0.5 is not 1. It’s basic maths. It’s 1.65. Which is nearer to 2. Has anyone else noticed this or has the whole Diet Coke customer base been deceived?

Also, I felt really proud of myself today, when two deaf people came into the store asking me to call the RAC because they got a flat tyre in our car park. So I rang them but the RAC wanted to know some details from the customer, so I managed to get the customer to write their answers, while I write the questions. Everything worked out great and they were really happy with my service and were full of praise.

This is the conversation we had.

But from there on it went down hill. They waited about 2 hour for the RAC. At which point I talked to my supervisor and he told me that the RAC had called and asked to talk to the customer thinking they were a member of staff. But my supervisor said no there is nobody by that name that works here. So in effect he had cancelled the RAC. So we had to call the RAC back and get them to come out. Then the guy that turned up brought the wrong truck. So they had to wait again for a tow truck. But when the tow truck turned up they were nowhere to be seen. We couldn’t put a tannoy out because they were deaf, so we searched the whole store for them with no joy. So the tow truck driver got pissed off and drove off. Of course half an hour later the customer is back. It took a further hour to get the tow truck to come back. So just for a flat tyre, that would have taken 30 minute tops to replace with the spare, it took about 4 hours at least.

Buses

As the Alanis Morrisette song ‘Ironic’ goes, ‘Why is there a traffic jam, when you’re already late’? I wasn’t that late only a couple of minutes which would have gotten me in about 5 minutes before my shift started. It wasn’t that traffic was too heavy. It wasn’t any worse than any normal Wednesday.

But, and here’s another one of those rhetorical type questions, ‘Why do three buses come along at once’? I was stuck behind a bus going up a hill. Then I got to a T-junction and another buses let him out. Then 3-4 cars went by before another bus came along before it was clear for me to pull out. I was thinking ‘What are the fucking chances’. It’s rare for me to see one bus, but three in a row. Anyway I drive up the road a little and the second two buses were turning right across rush hour traffic. So that held me up even more.

Also, why do I always get behind the village/ town or city idiot? You know the type. The one who drives at 5-10 mph under the speed limit. The ones who think rush hour is like a Sunday afternoon drive in the country. It’s called RUSH HOUR for a reason.

Add to that I get road rage easily after a while of putting up with it and who can blame me. Anyway I managed to get to work with one minute to spare.

Oh you will be glad to hear, I parked away form the front of the store. I still parked in the bottom car park but at the back. No-one has complained…yet.

I was on returns tonight. It was power tool night. The night in which every customer in a ten mile radius, that has a faulty power tool comes in for a refund. We have nights like that every now and again. Just when you think the coast is clear, along comes another.

Oh, also I was stand in supervisor for 15 minutes while the supervisor was on break. The place didn’t fall apart and I managed to arrange the staff with no fuss. Which is pretty good.

Also I tried a new look with my eye make-up and I swear more men looked at me as they came in the door. It’s just darker and smokier than usual. That’s all.

Parking

I was meant to post this last night.

Today started on a high, I was dog sitting my uncles dog George Washington. Which is great because it give Poppy someone to play with. He’s extremely obedient and is so adorable, so when my uncle asked if I could look after him during the day for a week, I jumped at the chance.

But then off to work, where we are having a re-vamp. So because of which they have closed off half the car park. I parked in my usual place, adjacent to the store. I have parked there for as long as I have been driving if the space is available. Now because of the re-vamp, we have been asked to park in the top car park.

So when I walked in, I was greeted by my supervisor and a manager. They asked where I parked, I said ‘Out the front of the store’. They asked ‘why’ and I said ‘because it a car park’. I didn’t mention I was running late, so thought parking closer to the store would save me time. There are a few other reasons.

One being, parking out the front of the store means I am closer to the security cameras. Forgive me for wanting to feel more secure.

Two being, if my knee or hip gives out during my shift, then I don’t want to walk miles to my car.
And three, I work the graveyard shift. Which in itself has its reasons. On the graveyard shift the car park is never full. So I feel I can park there without causing any disruption to the customers who come in.

The second being, on the graveyard shift, especially during the winter, it is dark outside and at the moment they don’t have sufficient lighting. I not scared and I can stick up for myself but excuse me if I feel safer where it is well lit. Especially with a pregnant woman being attacked in Hedge End only last week (I believe).

I understand we need to keep the customers happy. But I am not causing an obstruction, as far as I can see. Plus there are a lot of reasons I can mention for me parking where I have for over 2 years. And only one I can think of to make me park in the top car park, that being for the benefit of the customer.

Oh, did I mention about 90% of the staff park close to the store. You’re only got to look at the car park after closing to see that one or two park in the top car park.
Plus I drive a car and it’s a car park, so I should be able to park anywhere.

So from now and until the re-vamp is complete I will still park in front of the store but either down the side or at the back.

I think that’s it. That’s my rant for today.

On a good note I was on returns.

OMG! It pays to pre-order

Oh yeah!

I pre-ordered Avenged Sevenfold's new CD/DVD about two months ago and I have been counting down the days. With one day until the international release and 7 days until it was meant to come from the place I pre-ordered it from, it has arrived.

That's right it came early.

I watched it straight away and it was definitely worth the two month wait.

Here's a picture of me with the CD/DVD

Loss

On Thursday I was surfing the internet as usual, lurking on my usual sites, I logged onto Facebook and was reading my bulletins, when I came across a message left on my old best friends wall. It said something about my ex boyfriend Jamie Trott dying. I thought to myself it can’t be my Jamie Trott, so I did some research and found a newspaper article on the matter. It was Jamie. He according to the news report, lost control by Southwick tunnel on the Shoreham by-pass, sending his Purple BMW 316 up a steep embankment and into a field. His passenger survived with only minor injuries. But he had such bad injuries that he was airlifted to hospital on Sunday night but died in the early hours on Monday morning. It’s now at least 24 hours since I found out but I am still in a state of shock. I still cannot believe he’s gone. When I left Brighton, we lost contact but only regained contact a couple of months ago. He was a great cricketer on the Southwick Cricket team. We dated back in Junior school about 1995-1996, (year 3, I believe). For about a year. He was only 21. It’s surprising how quickly someone can be taken away. He will definitely be missed even though I hadn’t seen him in approximately 10 years.

In happier news, Guess who turned 1 on Thursday. Yep Poppy. We celebrated with a special meal for her and she had a birthday cake . We also bought her a card. Although she had an operation the day before because she had broken one of her claws in half down in the bed, so she had to spend her birthday in a bandage. It gets removed on Saturday and I think that is a good thing as she is starting to eat it. So much so that we have had to do some repairs, sticking it back together with plasters. Little rascal.

Ghost In The Flesh

A bit of excitement

I haven’t been up to much lately. Just a little bit of excitement to report. Yesterday as I was driving into work. I rounded to corner into the car park, turned the corner to drive adjacent to the building and I had to stop and do a U-turn because there was three police cars blocking the road. So I drove right round the car park and walked into the building as I passed the police cars I could see they had two lads in the back of the cars and a video camera pointing at one of them. I did my usual routine of clocking in and putting on my apron. I went to spend a penny but the staff toilets were out of order because what I later found out was that they were leaking and starting to leak into the warehouse. So off to the customer toilets. Downstairs I asked everyone what happened, but nobody knew. I over heard the managers talking about the lads holding up so other store with a pistol, them driving off to B&Q, police in pursuit. They pulled into the first bay in the car park and ran into the store, hiding out in the back office but the police found them and they were arrested. Apparently there was press hanging around outside and we were all asked not to talked to them if they came in. The managers said if anyone asks any questions, just say no comment, the only problem is customers were asking questions. How can you dull down three police cars, two prisoners and a video camera? God that sound like a film title or something. So more criminals off the streets thanks to B&Q.
On a lighter note, the refurbishment of B&Q Hedge End has finally begun. We had some contractors in to prepare the store. It’s about time, we have been talking about the refurbishment for at least 3-4 years, but it kept being put back. But it’s finally here.
Bad luck to Blake Aldridge, the British Olympic Diver of B&Q Nursling, who came eighth out of eight in the 10metres synchronized dive with Tom Daley. They were robbed. I thought they did just as well as the others but the judges marked them too low. Tom has his solo dives to do but that’s it for Blake.
I’m rather sad at the moment as my uncle is moving up to London. I hardly see him as it is but now he’s moving 1½-2 hours up the road. We have been invited up to see the place when he gets settled in. and we will make a day of it, going around London and looking at landmarks and doing a little shopping. We did go out on Sunday for a farewell meal, we had a lovely meal and we had a laugh but in the back of my head I was still thinking that I not going to see him for ages, probably not until Christmas.

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My first blog, I have no idea what I am going to write here, but I am sure I can find something to ramble on about.