Its pretty say to say that nearly everything will change at some point in your life, in one way or another. You change jobs, you move house, you put weight on, lose weight. And things like your morals change too as you become more wise about certain things around you. One thing i have noticed to change quite often through life is my priorities, i.e. the things that are important to me, and the things that are not.

It doesn’t seem 5 minutes ago when my only priorities were making sure my ped had petrol in it and making sure i knew what time i was meeting my mate for a joint after work. They soon changed to making sure i had petrol in my car, and making sure i was up and ready in time to get to work for 9am in order to earn money. Another big priority of mine for many years has been weed, and at some points in my life that priority has been at the top.

I will openly admit to anyone that at certain points in my life i have been addicted to smoking cannabis, it was the first thing i would do when i finished work, the only thing i was bothered about being able to afford – it totally took over my life. It got to that ever so familiar situation for many whereby i would come home, and need a joint in order to be able to have a relaxing night ready for another day at work the following day. I was forever chasing weed, and that left me stung a few times when i bought something that can only be described as the bits of crap left over when you tear carpet underlay up.

I have never been addicted to it in the sense i would steal in order to get it, no way! And all the way throughout my life i have been 100% employed in one way or another, including graphic design jobs, printing jobs, IT support jobs, and have never been fired in my life. But it was definitely at the top of my priority list for a very long time. I would probably say that it has held me back in certain aspects of my life, but im a strong beliver in that the people you meet and the things you do through life define who you are as a person, so i wouldn’t ever want to change anything i have done in my past.

Anyway, It took until i was living in a situation whereby lives partly depended on how i spent my money for me to realise that i had to call the shots and that the money i earnt was better spent elsewhere. Now, all the money i earn go’s on rent, and my few personal bills I have each month. If i have any more money then i give it to gem, as she can use it when we go shopping for food etc. If im feeling flushed, then i might treat myself every now and then, but its not even in my top ten priority list now.

The things that are important to me are Gem, Bonnie, Making sure all bills are paid, My Work, My Family & Friends, Bob & Marlon, My trainers and my Caddy, in that order too. Im not bothered about my appearance, or peoples opinion of me. im just bothered about helping those around me and protecting and providing for those that i love.

I wonder what my priorities will be in a few years?

I wonder if making sure i don’t park my porsche under a tree will ever be one of them?

In all the time i have worked with computers, i have never been told that the work i do is bad. Ok, so im not up-to-date with the most current and cutting edge software or the latest methods of creating online web presences – but – i do what the people i work for want, and they are always happy with it.

When i left college (early) i went into an IT technician role for a local IT outsourcing company. I never wanted to pursue the role of a web designer (even though i enjoyed making stuff like that) as i figured every man and his dog would want to do it so the competition would be too fierce. I settled into the IT support role and i loved it! I loved the buzz you get from being the “It dude” and fixing a problem that is a big deal to someone, but is just a ten minute job to you. I learnt a lot, yet never gained anything on paper.

I then left there and flipped between jobs whilst always in the background doing the odd basic web design/graphic design/pc repair jobs for friends and colleagues i had at the time. After 6 months or so i got a job as a large scale digital printer and due to my knowledge of computers and basic knowledge of design i took to the job like a duck to water. I learnt so much more about design, and printing, it all kinda slotted in with what i already knew and i found a slight creative spark that had been sat inside me dormant, waiting for its time to shine. Haha.

I handed my notice in there to become self employed as the whole time in the background me and my mate dave had been continuing to do small jobs here there and everywhere and we figured we could get enough of these jobs now to pay our wages if we were both doing it full time.

So now, thanks to the wide variety of skills and experience dave and i bring to the table – we are and have been in business for over a year now, and are over the hill so to speak! We’re still very new to the world of business compared to many people, but we have made a good go of it and seem to be getting on fairly well.

We offer just about any form of marketing, sales or design type service, either from us of through our close relationships with other very talented people who specialise in different areas that we are not as skilled in. And have a long list of clients, many of them bring repeat business becasue we do what they want us to do, and as far as im aware, we do it well.

We had one guy complain ages ago because what he envisioned a website looking like was just a stupid idea, and moaned that we had client logos in the gallery that shouldn’t of been there (despite being on the CD they gave to me with images on to put in the gallery) That situation was rectified, and we have never had a complaint since. And that particular incident happened in the first month so thats over a years worth of 100% good results and no complaints.

So my point is, the fact i am pretty much self taught, and dont have hardly any qualifications to my name, and i probably dont do things exactly how other people do them in regards the work i do for people, but the way i do things seems to work well enough, and it all looks pretty.. So whats the big deal?

The reason for this post is that i got an email from a guy slating a website we sorted out for someone. It was totally out the blue, quite offensive really in some respects and just pretty rude. It was as if what he was seeing was causing his head to swell and the pain suddenly became too much to take. He needed to explode and he did so in an email.

It initially wound me up, as its not a very nice thing to read really, but then i kinda forgot about it. Its not worth taking it in the way in which it was intended. I have used it to push me to improve what i do and how i do things and it will just end up pushing us both harder and making us more determined to create a business we can sit back and be proud of.

What made me laugh about the whole situation is that i barely have time to update my blog once a month (this post took 2 days) yet he has all the time in the world and spends it writing hate mail to local competitors.

Maybe he’s got beef because he went to uni and wasted loads of time and money getting something that has got him working in exactly the same job as me?

I have a feeling i know the guy too, and he knows me, but i don’t think he knows its me that he’s emailed – if that makes sence.

Anyway, ill not name the guy as im not one to bad mouth other people (haha yeah right)

TTFN

I have had a garage at the bottom of my old road in mansfield woodhouse for many years now, and it has always been the home for my pickup. Anyway, its now the time to bring the caddy back to life so i have successfully brought it home to my new house.

Before i went to prauge, my garage was broken in to, and i found the plastic sheet in the back of it lifted up as if something had been taken. I paniced, and quickly looked for my bag with my airbag stuff in. I found a bag on the floor that was the same as the bag they were in, and i presumed it was indeed the one i was looking for.

I didnt check in it, i just presumed.

You should NEVER presume..

I checked today, and my airbag stuff was missing. The bag infact contained blowup camping beds.

I should of checked the bags when i found them, but to be honest knowing then would of probably not got them back to me. They stole a compressor, an airtank, all my solenoids, wiring, switches and air pipes etc – and one of my dads big holdall bags. These items are mine, that i have struggled to pay for over the stupid amount of time i have been trying to get this god damm truck on the road. Who gives these people the right to take things that do not belong to them? How do they sleep at night knowing they are fucking with peoples lives when they do this sort of shit?

I have spoken to the police, and they basically that despite a council run cctv camera scans and records all the activity right outside my garage, because its been 3 weeks i doubt they will check the recordings as it takes too long.

Hello?

What the fuck am i paying council tax for if its not to pay your fucking wages so you do your fucking job? I work hard, pay my fucking way and dont break any laws bar the odd minor speeding violation. So why am i being completely fucked over by the very people who’s food i buy and cars i fuel up?

Im gonna find out how much of my council tax go’s to you fuckers, and not pay it. If they ask ill tell them to take me off the fucking list cos i dont want your fucking help anyway. All you do is take my money when i do 40 in the middle of the night in a 30 zone, and fob me off when someone steals something that belongs to me.

If anyone hears anything about this kinda stuff trying to be sold, then let me know.

Old, kinda rusty airbag stuff, the air tank has a broken pressure switch.

Thanks.