Author: Olly

i must of had my caddy for over 4 years now, and i dont care what my mother says. Im not selling it. I will never get rid of that car, cos i know that when its done iit will be awesome. f it takes me another 5 years, then so be it. Forabout a year, i have been driving a black clio RSi.. Its nippy being a 1.8, but its pretty nackered as its blatently been chavved up by the last owner. Now, ive not really thought about gettin another car any time soon. I went thru a patch where i got a few random ones over the space of a year or so. had a mk1 golf, a mk2 polo, then the saxo, the clio.. And now i have found another car, that i want a LOT.

I miss not driving a VW, i love them all so much as they are all fantastic to drive. So its time i got another one. Only two people know what the car is, and im not spilling the beenz till ive got it, its 100% road legal and my number plate has been transferred over. And, although i dont own it yet, and havent even seen it in the flesh, im already planning the mods im going to do to it.

Its got me really excited! I have wanted one of these for ages, and as long as everyhting go’s right – i mgiht own it tongiht! Obviously id have to trailer it back as it is in need of tax, but that is something i can sort out as soon as its in my ownership.

Halloween has come, and has past. The trick or treaters that hounded my doorbell last night have vanished back into the mists of time, only to reappear next year for more scrounging. Thats basically what it is isnt it, scrounging. You wouldnt go door to door knocking on them, and begging people for sweets and money any other time of the year. So just becuse these people are wearing a £1.50 asda halloween mask, means they are alowed to do it and get away with it.

We were giving them bags of hula hoops, and other such pretty naff treats – serves them right. The next ones were gonna get some old rock that had been in the cupboard since we moved in, but i gave up and wardo went upstairs to play to his playstation. The doorbell only rang twice after that, but i was watching series 2 of prison break, so couldnt leave the settee.

I have to go print out a marquee for the new mini now. Should be interesting, although it looks like their design department have been finishing off their days at work with a few acid tabs to the eyeballs. yes, the design is crap. haha..

I have been back at my day job again today, but im finding it SO difficult to do concentrate on the work im being given. Now i have had a taste of what mine and daves days will be like, i dont want to go back to this working for someone else crap. We had such a cool day, it flew by but we got enough done. If we can both crack on for 5 days a week every week, at least 10 till 5 or 6.. then we will be laughing all the way to the sweet shop.

The older ive got, the more and more independant i have become. I have lived off my own back since i was 18, i have ALWAYS had a business head on my shoulders, and im not good with numbers etc but im good with people, and i am enthusiastic towards my chosen career paths.

People study hard, go to uni, get in debt, and for what? A “9-5 job” where they sit behind a desk owned by someone else, using a pc that belongs to someone else, and making money for someone else. Whats the point in that? The way i look at it is your job is a massive part of your life, and in so many ways – it defines who you are as a person. And if you are happy in your work, then most off the time you’ll be happy in your life.

I guess some people are happy working 2-10 in a factory, doing the same thing day in day out. As they finish at 10, and thats it. No overtime no worryin about what they have to do tomorrow, no stressing about stuff your gonna get blamed for. Just turn up, work, and get paid. And if they are happy with that then so be it. Personally, i wont be happy until the only work im doing is work for MMS, and i know dave is the same.

I guess thigns will start to take shape these next few weeks.. Im nervous.. And im shitting myself in case i cant afford to live for a bit. But life is about taking risks. And im a serious risk taker!

The Futures Bright, The Futures Maxxd. 

if your eating i appologise, but here are some pictures of my battered and rather unsightly hairy body. 😆

In conclusion… Paintballing hurts.. A LOT… But its very worth it.. In fact, shooting people and getting shot is fucking great. I dont care that i ache and am bruised all over. Bangin!

Ill blog properly later..

Today i spent the day with dave in the office, which is the first of many more days like it to come. We started off the day at about 9, went for a cup of rosie with Fee, and then headed to the office – stopping by at asda to get a tad of breakfast.

I spent most of the morning preparing my computer for the caining i intended to give it, i love raggin computers but they dont usually like being ragged. In fact the pc i was on was that fucked, i didnt really get much done until i got back after luinch. It had a million viruses, and was pretty damm clogged up with spyware and shit. Its running a lot smoother now and actually responds when i click on things.

Me and dave gel well, and with us both being here it means we can bounce ideas off each other all day long, and in the end we managed to get a fair bit done. It would be great if i was coming in tomorrow to carry on from where we have left off, but sadly im back at mmx3 tomorrow as i traded tomorrow for last friday (when i went to alton towers)

Oh yeah, that reminds me.. Alton towers was AWESOME! Rides were mint, and the fireworks at night was spectacular. Me, Gem, Chaz and Stu had a awesome time, although we did get wet right at the end when we went on the log flume.

I also went paintballin on saturday – which HURT LIKE FU*K – but was absolutly awesome! Ive never spent so much cash in one weekend, but it was worth every penny. I will update tomorrow in more detail, as right now im feeling a bit tired and i think me and dave are doin’ one.

So in conclusion, a brilliant weekend, followed by a very successful 1st day in the office.

Job’s a Gooden’