Category: My Past

I had friday off, to sort out the change of address shit for all my personal things like banks etc. Then after that, and a quick stop off at my dads, i went up to sheldons to get some photos of all his stuff he wanted to put on ebay. I took a million photos then headed back to mine with sheldon, to drink beer and do what blokes do on a friday night.

I then went to bed, and had to be up for 7am to be at work for 8. 12 hours of serious boredom, and starvation (i NEVER take enough food) and GOD DAMM im sick of watching the same fucking videos i have on my laptop, over and over again! I must remember to update them next time scott comes round!

Saturday night looked to be another night at home bored, but then dave rang me telling me i was going out, and that we were gonna have a mad one! Going out two saturdays on the trot was not usually my bag, but i couldnt be arsed to sit at home and be a bore. So it was on!

I got home, and wardo and wiggy were downstairs waiting for me, i was well happy they had waited for me to finish work! Shit shower and shaved, no wait.. i didnt shave i must do that soon *mental note* – Anyway, we were out by about 9:30, and on it even before we’d left. We started with a few bevvys at home, and in the car on the way down. Wiggy was being his usual boring (ill not drink, and ill drive) self! Wiggy – NEXT TIME IF YOUR NOT DRINKING IM GOING TO SPIKE YOUR DRINKS WITH JD! We nearly got pulled on the way down, which was hilarious at the time. We got into town and headed straight for 53 degrees. We met a few others in there, and the night just got better and better. Dave and stu tried to breakdance again, but it wasnt as good as last week. We then went to flanigans i think.. err.. its all a bit hazy after that. I drink far too much JD and coke when i go out, then it catches up with me later on!

Im pretty sure we ended up in coyotes, then liquid, or was it coyotes, flanigans THEN liquid? God knows.. Liquid was ace apart from when i was chatting to some girl, and turned round to be greeted with a face full of stu’s nob. No, really.. Im gonna shit in one of his shoes when hes at some house passed out one time. Mark my words stu, this aint over mother fucker! hah! By this stage i was fucking wasted, so we headed home and had to grab a taxi as wiggy had gone home. I love being cheeky i do. I knocked on a taxi window, “Taxi for olly?” i said, knowing full well i haddnt ordered shit. He radio’d in to confirm if i had one, they replied with a price and he signaled to get in. It was great, there was even some drunk bitch on the other side trying the same. Maybe its cos i have a large beard, and look like some kind of terrorist? Either way we were on our way home within minutes. Got home and.. well.. thats for me to know and you to imagine! 😛

Anyway, it was again one of the best nights ever, but for totally different reasons to the night last week. It was a totally different night in fact.. But it was still great. I eventually got to sleep at about 5, and was up at 7 to do antoher 12 hour shift. Boohoo!

I got on site, and about passed out for a few hours. I somehow managed to last till about 2:30pm, on only 4 slices of bread left by dave (hworang) as i had totally forgotten to bring food and drink with me. I didnt even realise what teeshirt i had on until about 3:00pm and by then I had been there 7 hours! Dave came up, and was followed by chris from donny cruise. Hes one sound guy he is, got a lot of cash but isnt a cunt about it. I think its cos hes worked hard for it, and tbh he deserves every penny.

The last patrol of my shift finished at 07:30pm, and i collected my things together, and headed down towards the gate to wait for my lift. I heard an alarm. Oh shit. I legged it down to the other side of the building site, and dave (hworang) was there (he was taking over from me on site) and he ran over and said “they’ve robbed the TV mate” so we ran round to the front of the building and the door had been completely smashed open, there was glass and bits of wood everywhere, and the 52″ plasma screen TV that had been stuck onto the wall with what looked like no-more-nails was gone. Vanished. No sign of anyone running away, no sign of anything. I rang the police and eventually managed to describe to the location where i was at (new development, therefore not on maps etc) and about 5 mins later a copper arrived and assessed the situation. A dog unit was on the way to see if they could pick up a scent of the burglar, the very clever doggy managed to find the direction of where he went but lost the trail when he got to the nearby road.

I was crapping myself, i know that the security business is a tough one, and that a fuck up like this could mean lost contracts, and therefore no work.. Which would probably mean the closure of the company. But, i had done everything by the book, filled all my sheets in correctly, AND my boss had previously told them that it WOULD be targeted as its far too “on show” and easy to access. Now because my boss had covered his back, we are not held responsible for it. Thank god!

We eventually got on our way home, and duncan decided to go the motorway route. BIG mistake, from J27 to J29 there was a permanent car park. traffic crawling along, and it must of taken us about 25 mins, if not longer to actually get ONE junction on the M1. Nice one duncan! I got in, changed my coat, and headed straight back out again. Up to stags for LSOM. The bulk of people had elft by the time i got there, i think there was some street racing happening somewhere, so  the usual maxxd regulars were still there. I chatted to a few people, watched stu try and breakdance again, then watched everyone lighting their exhaust gasses with a blow torch.. Flaming exhausts rule! then i jsut had ot go home as i was absolutely bolloxed! I got home and tidied up a bit, then hit the sack for 9.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

And boy did i sleep! I was very nearly late for work, and even now at 01:32pm im still totally nackered.Things are really looking up for me and dave. Im gonna have friday off every week until i leave, and go up to the office with dave. We can get the ball rolling with our directory, and hopefully that and the 4 million other things we have to do will earn us a half decent wage.

This time next year rodders…

Oh, i never realised how much fun sorting bills and shit out for a house would be! Not! Its such a pain in the arse, filling in forms, ringing stupid call centers up and either speaking to a non-english speaking punkass, or a really helpful english/scottish person.. And guess which one ye old olstizzle gets? yes, the non-english speaking person.

I was on the phone to Lloydstsb, and i wanted to change my address on my account. Apparently i had been sent a secret number, that i was supposed to rind up and give to them, but had i fuck received it. So i had to go thru this automated process of making a new one, then i was to be transferred back to this non english dude, and have to go thru more crap. So after 10 minutes of him reading some complete bollocks about why hes doing what, and the fact they are regulated bla bla bla, i got transferred to some robot, who asked me to “say an 8 digit number”. So i said an 8 digit number (i didnt say “An eight digit number” – i read out 8 numbers, one after the other, ahh you get the idea) and then waited, she read back to me the numbers i had apparently said, and they were wrong, so when prompted i said “No”, and had to do it again. About 5 attempts later, the stupid robot finally picked up that it wasnt gonna work, and transferred me back to the call center la non-english.

So, im back speaking to someone who is blatently reading from a bit of paper, and she starts doing EXACTLY the same shit as the last dude. I interrupted “hang on luv, ive been thru all this shit and i just couldnt get the stupid * machine to understand the 8 numbers i read out”

Ive put a * in that bit, and that was where she stopped talking herself, she was like totally ignoring the fact i was speaking! She then rustled some papers about, and said “do you have touch pad on phone” or some bollocks, and was trying to explain to me (very poorly) that i could key the number in on my keypad instead, so again i was put thru to the robot woman, and i typed my 8 numbers in. Success!

Now why the fuck, couldnt it of said “either type in or read out your 8 numbers now, beep” that would of saved me about 10 minutes of my time, and money. You fucking idiots! Anyway, i finally got thru to the woman i was on the phone to before, and she started explaining to me that i was being transferred to the “change of address department” haha.. and a scottish woman answered, and to be honest the rest of the phone call was absolutley fine. Now im probably the least racist person, ever. I dont dislike any race, colour.. a human is a human in my opinion. But for fucks sake, sort it out lloyds tsb. if i had to ring them up often, id fuck them off! Bigtime!

Ive transferred all my addresses over, and sorted contents insurance and all that other nasty shit that does nothing but consume my money. So now its a matter of hit the bills as they come in. Arrghh god this is the worse part.

And that last post has to of been a record number of comments. Hot dang! haha

I have been sat thinking a lot of the day. Contemplating the next month or so, and what is gonna happen. And also thinking back over the past month, and trying to get my head round how fast things have changed.

So far, my life has almost been in chapters. I go through one chapter, then it finishes and i start the next. The very long chapter of me living at daz’s finished last week, i seemed to be stuck in a rut whereby all my money was consumed in weed, and basically wasted. But slowely, during the last few months at daz’s i started to break that mould, and become a new person. Now ive left, and with it i left the money blazing stoner bum that i had been me for the last 4/5 years.

Im not gonna lie, and say ive totally stopped smoking weed, because i havent. But i have cut down a LOT, in fact ive only spent £20 on it, in two weeks. Ive spent more on beer! And i do feel better for it. The day after ive had a lot to smoke, i feel very stressed, and i lose my rag quickly. If i dont smoke anything i just dont get wound up easily at all. I have a little bit left at home, and once thats gone im gonna wait till next payday at least before spending any more money on it.

We have all our bills that are slowly coming through, so i need to save as much cash as possible to cover them when they do arrive. I also need to open an account for me and wardo, so that all the bills can come from one place and its easy to monitor.

As well as thinking of these things, ive been thinking a lot about a partner, someone to chill with, someone to wake up next to etc, and the more i think about it, the more i want someone that i cant really have. A girl who im not allowed to speak about on here, or anywhere really. But i cant help it. I have been and had some of the crazyest and wildest sex with a very attractive female 2 nights ago, and all i can think about is this other girl.

Even after going out at the weekend, and feeling totally indestructable – all i can think about is her.

Ive said i wont be bothered if nothing happens between us, but if im being totally honest, thats a lie. Ive not been affected this bad by someone for, well, forever! Nic blew me away when i got with her, but only becasue she was very good looking, and no one that good looking had ever wanted to be with me before. I was very fat when i was younger you see. And i still think of myself as being very fat too, therefore i have little self confidence.

Anyway, i guess ill know sooner or later.

In the meantime, i have the rest of my life to plan. I think ill start with my IT Support Outsourcing idea.. Thanks ancis 😉

P.s. STU and DAVID – I want to start a small scale IT support outsourcing company.. Providing IT support solutions for companies like the one im at now. Would you both do sub-contract stylee support work for me? Its all money in the bank innit! 🙂

I have just been called a hardcore blogger. Hmm, im not sure if that title really does apply to me. I have put things on my blog, that have landed me in trouble. I have put things on my blog, that are very personal, and normally would only be talked about amongst close friends. But trust me when i say, if i REALLY wrote EVERYTHING – then the image people would have of me would be that of a drug obsessed money wasting paranoid punk ass fool, rather than.. err.. wait a minute! 😆

Blogging has become a big part of my life now, i see it as a way of getting things off my chest, and also recording what go’s off in my life. For example, i had to work out how much the security company owed me on saturday, so i had to check my blog, off my phone, and read back as i mention working in previous blog entries. It also gives people who dont see me often and insight into the goings off of my life – and its a good way of new mates getting to know me – without asking me a shit load of questions.

Anyway, i think blogging should be made compulsary. There is NO better method of self therapy that by openengin your heart up to a potential audience of millions of people. Woh, that kinda sounds a bit scary doesnt it? That these intricate little details of our lives can be read by everyone in the world. haha! madness!

I think im gonna go to bed about 19pm if not earlier tongiht, cos im absolutley shattered!

Peace out.