A Friend’s Blog

tastelikedeath.blogspot.com – Check it out, I’ll be adding it to the Friends Blogs Page (Or whatever I call it) soon. Sorry, that it took so long.

Don’t be so greedy. A dollar’s a penny to you.

This really going to be a bunch of links. Here Goes:

Plane landing at Leeds Airport – YouTube – This is how the weather has been in England. I bet all the passengers didn’t have a clue what was happening.

Swiss Air Jet at London City Airport – YouTube – This is just mad, I really would have shit myself.

Spain’s ‘Mata Hari’ spied on Freemasons for Franco – Independant.co.uk – General Franco had a hatred for Freemasons…

The Top Ten Myths About HIV/AIDS – YouTube – The woman is very boring and it goes on abit, but it was nice to learn something new.

9 Habits That Make You An Asshole – Shoutwire.com – I don’t tip and I have my reasons.

Americans Are NOT Stupid – Dailymotion.com -  Silly Americans giving silly answers.

Conspiracy in Science – The Earth is Growing – maniacworld.com – Pretty convincing but I love the theory of Pangea.

JFK Murder Plot “Deathbed Confession” Aired On National Radio – prisonplanet.com – I can’t I’m not that shocked.

That’s all for now, enjoy.

One Drink Is Killing Me, Literally…

I went out for a drink Sunday night because I was:

1. Pissed because my boss had me do the Mother’s Day to Easter move by myself.
2. Pissed because the day had been so busy that I literally had no help at all.
3. Pissed because she said it could all be done during the day, but we spent til 7 doing it all.
4. Ready to handle her if she decided to have a go.

So, I went out for a drink, came back, went to sleep, woke up during the night upchucking. I thought what the fuck could have caused this? My mum of course believed it was the drink, but I had only had 6 drinks and wasn’t drunk. Let’s face it, I have to drink more than that to get pissed! (Isn’t that right Rachie, she was pissed on two pints of vintage cider, bless her). I was up all night and then fell asleep and awoke at 9:00 am, the time I am supposed to be in work. So, I called work to say I wouldn’t be in and all I got was an earful off my boss about the state of the shop. I was too ill to vent my frustration about her to her that I just said, “Okay… bye!” She later told someone that she didn’t give room to speak and just hung up on me before I could say anything. (You have to take everything my boss says with a pinch of salt.) The whole day I felt shitty but wasn’t throwing up. Today, I still felt crap and didn’t want to chance anything. I told my mum to ring work for me and she completely forgot resulting in a load of missed phonecalls and messages in which my boss threatened my with a disciplinary. After all the crap I have put up with at that place, she is threatening a disciplinary.

It’s not only that, but the fact of the matter is that everyone else who works there has given up caring and can’t be bothered to work anymore. It’s only me and Ali. Ali’s said it and I’ve asked around and everybody’s saying the same thing: “Why should I work if our assistant manager doesn’t”.

I think however somebody must have said something to the assistant manager as she has given up her position. I was quite shocked, because she was starting to work anyway. I hope they offer Ali the position as she will work and is just absolutely wonderful, hence I call her “Mummy Alison”. I don’t know if she would accept though.

Anyway, I’m back in tomorrow and ready as hell to vent to my boss. Still feel ill, but hey I need to do this. It’s driving me mad that she is so unorganised. We haven’t had a rota for months now, I swear I am not getting paid properly and I’m only on a 16 hour contract, so I only get paid 16 hours holiday. I need the weekend off, so I’ll be using the “I’m only contracted for 16 hours and that’s all I work line.” That’ll really fuck her over like she has fucked me over.

Did I mention?

I think last post I forgot to mention that I went to Ireland for 5 days. It was the same old fun. Get up at 1 in the afternoon, watch telly, get some food and get pissed. I always feel abit odd though with my typical English accent. I wouldn’t mind, but let’s face it, I speak quite poshly. Luckily practically everyone knows me through my aunt, the darts hero, who passed away almost a year ago. She was infact so famous throughout the Cork Darts Association that she had a trophy named after her. It’s also partly due to the fact that she died very suddenly at the age of 49.

Read about here, here or here.
(Yes, all those links are different articles all from the Cork Darts Association website)

Then my cousin (back in England now) had her 40th wedding anniversary and 60th birthday party. She actually got married on her birthday when she was 20. How mad! She had bought all the alcohol herself and lo behold I learnt how to tend bar while I was in Ireland. So, the whole time I was serving people. People that would say their order then look at me square in the eye and say, “You don’t remember me, do you?” Let’s face it, I can’t remember mobile number and I’ve had the same one for about 5 years now. I know it ends in 901, i think. Anywho, back to the story. I would say, “No, sorry, I don’t.” Then they would say, “You were 3, remember? I took you to the shops.”

HOW THE FUCK WOULD I REMEMBER SOME OLD FAMILY MEMBER WHO ISN’T REALLY SPECIAL IN MY LIFE THAT TOOK ME TO THE SHOPS THE ONE TIME IN THEIR WHOLE LIVES THAT THEY DECIDED TO VISIT ME!!!

It went on though, “Remember, you cried because you some sweeties, but I wouldn’t let you.”

THE ONE FUCKING TIME YOU VISIT ME AND YOU TAKE ME TO A SHOP TO FUCKING WINDOW SHOP!!! IF I CRIED WHY DIDN’T YOU BUY ME THE SWEETS!!!

God, my family can be fuckers.

Works a drag… Need to get out of there…
Working 8.30 to about 7 at the moment, so I will try to blog when I have free time.

Oh yeah, It’s Mother’s Day Sunday, so don’t forget to buy a card from Card Factory (It’s Cheap because they exploit their works )