What larks! Snow, ice, and Rage Against The Machine.
I seem to be getting sent into the freezer every shift now, hopefully just until the xmas rush is over. On Sunday it was miserable in there, I was on a bit of a downer. 2-10 on a Sunday, in the freezer. Glum was I.
Then I got home and Wendy told me that Rage had beaten Simon Cowell’s karaoke clone to the xmas number 1! I was buzzing! What Yuletide frolics we shall have. Best xmas No 1EVER!
That was definitely the best 99p I’ve ever spent.
Bill Bailey was triumphant on Twitter that night. A success for real music, he thought. As he so rightly said "Hey Cowell, F+++ you I won’t do what you tell me!"
Might be an anthem for me next year, "Killing in the name."
Then there was the snow. All very pretty until it freezes over night. Then you have the mard-arse want-to-live-for-ever types who think that a slightly damp road means you should do 6mph (literally. For about three miles through town.) That was later though, in the morning I ran Wendy to church, then on the way home hit the brakes too hard.
Not so much fun. Locked up (obviously) lost all control, and started sliding towards that open roadworks you see.
Shit, shit, shit, shit!
And that will be another new bumper, please.
Wendy was so much less than pleased.
When I got home I spotted this, which has to be the most optimistic bit of clothes hanging in the history of laundry:
That amused me. It’s not a brilliant quality photo’, but you can see the sitting snow, and it was actually snowing at the time. Respect!
I think I have already mentioned (was it on here or on Twitter?) that after me telling one of the bosses (after he asked how my driving was going) that ‘it isn’t they are fucking me over’ the next day a senior manager pulled me up and said that they were still on about getting me on the road with the warehouse-to-wheels scheme, but at the moment they had a desperate shortage of pickers and a surfeit of drivers. Come the new year…
Yeah, right. When they hand me the keys I’ll start to believe them. Still now I’ve stopped pestering them over it, there was no reason for him to start me off again. There are no jobs out there, I’m trapped until well into the new year.
It’s a possibility, but if I see another job I will be applying for it.
Also in the news, yesterday the neighbourhood urchins were pelting the front room windows and car with snow/ice balls. Wendy told them to stop, as did I, so they went behind a garden fence and carried on.
I lost my rag.
Not this time.
I stormed over to the offending wretch’s house and banged on. The dad is bloody huge. He would be the same size as every bugger else lay down with broken legs (4lb’s pressure, applied to a not-bent knee joint).
He wasn’t in so I went to the other kids’ house, ready to take it as far as necessary. He however brought his brood to heel.
I know, I know, massive over-reaction.
Plus side, I’m motivated to return to my martial arts just as soon as possible.
Anywho, merry non-denominational winter holiday to one and all!
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