Nothing like Grimsby to turn a reasonable mood into a terrible pit of hell in no time at all. Who said it was one of the quickest urban traffic systems in the UK? Actually I remember perfectly well who said that, and she was a lying bitch about other stuff as well :o). Took me over twenty minutes to get forty yards trying to get into the Fun Factory, through one filter lane and through one traffic light. Started the queue in a reasonable state of mind, left it badly needed a scalp massage from a beautiful woman to nobble the stress headache that was coming on. Unfortunately there isn't anybody to give me scalp massages, so that's that great therapy idea scuppered.
Instead, indulged in a little bit of fast driving on the way into work. It's not the same. Annoyed my old boss as I sped past his beemer at instant ban speeds though, so that was worthy. A tedious shift. Once again, could have used not being there, but the mortgage must be paid. Wasn't in the mood for the team, or the nonsense the bosses throw at us; I'm in the mood for planning trips, taking trips, enlightening myself, buying toys. Need cash for all that though. Bum. Boys and girls; right now I is bored.
Several pieces of ineffective professional muppettry from my honoured colleagues did not help matters; by the end of the shift I was grinding my teeth in the van as the happy little team within a team sang along loudly to the rubbish on the radio. I live for weekends and holidays!
One noteable incident though, wandered into the target room and was accused by two separate people of losing a lot of weight. This makes a nice change, first time in years I've achieved that and this time without really trying. This is an interesting concept, if I actually start TRYING, what happens then? Lead role in The Machinist 2? Not sure I want that. I like being big, could just use being lean and conditioned with it. On a starve at the moment as the quack wants me to have a health check thing at 1130; that's a twelve hour fast beforehand. Oddly enough, I'm not hungry enough to eat the arse out of a dead Rhino at the moment. Oh appetite, where have you gone? Not sure I miss you though.
Instead, indulged in a little bit of fast driving on the way into work. It's not the same. Annoyed my old boss as I sped past his beemer at instant ban speeds though, so that was worthy. A tedious shift. Once again, could have used not being there, but the mortgage must be paid. Wasn't in the mood for the team, or the nonsense the bosses throw at us; I'm in the mood for planning trips, taking trips, enlightening myself, buying toys. Need cash for all that though. Bum. Boys and girls; right now I is bored.
Several pieces of ineffective professional muppettry from my honoured colleagues did not help matters; by the end of the shift I was grinding my teeth in the van as the happy little team within a team sang along loudly to the rubbish on the radio. I live for weekends and holidays!
One noteable incident though, wandered into the target room and was accused by two separate people of losing a lot of weight. This makes a nice change, first time in years I've achieved that and this time without really trying. This is an interesting concept, if I actually start TRYING, what happens then? Lead role in The Machinist 2? Not sure I want that. I like being big, could just use being lean and conditioned with it. On a starve at the moment as the quack wants me to have a health check thing at 1130; that's a twelve hour fast beforehand. Oddly enough, I'm not hungry enough to eat the arse out of a dead Rhino at the moment. Oh appetite, where have you gone? Not sure I miss you though.
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