Hi! I’ve just noticed that I’ve had 1,000 views of my blog! I’m a celebrity!
However, this will be my 103rd post, so I’m an unknown. 🙁
If you don’t follow me on Twitter let me tell you I’m loving my Kung Fu class. I’ve got my kit and I’m not afraid to pose in it!
It’s a pity the Beth couldn’t keep it up, it’s really spiffy. Don’t know that she’d have loved the last class though, swapping punches so your arm collides in defence/attack with your partner’s. It soon starts hurting and doesn’t stop!
Grin and bear it, it’s good for practice and it toughens you up.
I’m aching still though. And I’ve got bloody friction burns on my arse from all the sit ups! Again! All good though.
My sax lesson has had a positive turn around as well. When I went this week I had a few of the things that I have been struggling with come together. Then he turned the page to a new chapter and it was a checkpoint. Instead of learning something new it is three set pieces supposed to consolidate your learning to date.
As usual sax-sensei Pete pointed me at the new stuff and told me to have a go. It was for a complete change, a lot easier than the previous exercises. I didn’t do it perfectly, but for a first time, sight reading as I went along, it wasn’t too shabby.
I was quite pleased with myself, then he told me that the pieces were from a grade 4 exam! (Or level 4, I forget.)
The point being, these are pieces on which the student would train for months before an exam and I did a reasonable attempt first time out of the bag!
Not trying to blow my own trumpet here (if anything, my own sax) just saying how surprised and delighted I was.
Then he said now we’re at chapter 17 you can move on to ‘100 best tunes book’ or some such. Learning by playing songs, some of which I will already know, rather than by bending my mind around hideous exercises. If you recall, that was what I said I was going to leave my lessons to do in my last blog. So that it going swimmingly.
Here is something I found that seemed to be begging for the title ‘Ships Of The Desert’
Also on the pictures front, here is that Sisters of Mercy/ Merciful Release logo that I want as a tattoo
Groovy, or what?
Perhaps you have to love the band.
I’m currently enjoying a long weekend. I was off Thursday, in Friday, now off Saturday, Sunday and Monday! Bloody lovely.
On the subject of work, I have been moaning lately about being sent into the freezer all of the time. The place at which I work has the contract picking and delivering to the Iceland stores, so it’s not too unexpected that I would work in the freezer now and then. In point of fact I’ve been in there that often that I don’t even mind it that much.
However, what does piss me off is all the other pickers from grocery getting out of doing it by bringing in a sick note. This means the few of us who haven’t got a medical exclusion are always being sent in, whilst the others laugh at us. Everyone knows the job is for Iceland, that part of your job is working in the freezer and that most of the sick notes are bullshit, but nothing was being done about it.
Apparently if you are not fit to do your job that is reasonable grounds for dismissal, yet the company let it slide.
Anyway, because of it, I was in the freezer all but three days out of six weeks.
In the end I’d had enough. I went storming into the office and had about four different managers, up and down the chain of command, over it. (When I said I’d been moaning about it above, I meant at home and on t’internet, I’d just gotten on with it at work.)
They said that there was a review of the sick note situation coming up and the people who were laughing at me would be laughing on the other sides of their faces! And for once it looks like they may have been telling the truth!
The union rep said yesterday that they were going to refer all the sickies to the company medical review people and if they were found to be medically incapable of working in the freezer they would be given four weeks notice! HAH!
Yes, I am gloating.
They’ve all been keen enough to take the piss out of me and let me do the dirty work for them. As I said to one of the managers, I don’t want special treatment, I just want fair treatment.
There are an awful lot of sphincter’s twitching at work now. There is about to be the biggest incidence of miraculous recovery since the bible stories!
On the down side to this week, I’ve tried to register with the driving agencies around town and they don’t want to know!
Bugger.
If I haven’t escaped before, I’ll risk taking a temporary job in August. That will give me a few months experience.
Still, overall, it’s been a good week.
Later
Buck.