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I've reached end game here. I am in a line of work I do not like, working for a comapny that I do not like working for people who largely I do not like. I am sick of being stuck in front of a PC all day. I am sick that I have to ask permission to leave the office. I am sick of being tied to this fucking building looking at a black and green screen and knocking out work that is sub-standard because I hate it.
I made a throw away comment last week saying why can't I go and live on a beach instead. Someone replied why can't you. I couldn't think of a good reason.
So I am going to live on a beach for a couple of months. Then I am going to travel S.East Asia. Fuck work.
When I get back I will be shafted like but I said I was going to be out of this game before I am 30 and this is forcing my ass out. I can do a Masters or summat when i get back and get a job i like and lead a life I like coz this shit is going to have me topping myself.
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s&gman, we use to have an expression for when someone was suddenly quitting. We would say 'he's gone out for a Mars Bar' after one colleague said he was doing just that and never came back. At the peak of stress one morning for a scanning and archiving company, I turned to my not immediate boss and said "I'm sorry Paul, but I'm going out for a Mars Bar', put my coat on and walked out the door. He slowly mouthed the word 'naaaaaaah' like a cockey Luke Skywalker who'd found out his dad was really Bristolian.
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Here's a riddle to brighten everyone's lives:
My 1st is in fear and also in fare My 2nd's in norse and also in snore My 3rd is in reap and also in pare My 4th is in ogre and also in gore
My 5th is in mere and also in reem My 6th is in mad and also in dam My 7th's in armed and also in dream Have you guessed yet what I am?
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Richard Whiteley would have liked that one I reckon. My best hope of getting my work recognised and read out on television and he goes and dies. Posts: 8467
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Thurs, spent £500 at homebase... Paint is fucking expensive.
8am til 9pm Fri, 8am til 9pm Sat, 8am til 9pm Sun painting (25litres of white {most of which was on 14 foot high ceilings}, 10 litres of 'Iris', 10 litres of 'Well Being', 10 litres of 'Angelic', 5 litres of gloss, 1 litre of pink chalkboard paint for the girls room)
installing bookselves (6 uprights, 6 screws each, 14 foot ceilings... All drilled and hand screwed in)
Screwed in 10 curtain rods, again 14 foot high with fucking shit brick walls so the bloody screws wouldn't stay in...
Today, helped carpet guy lay carpet cuz his partner didn't show up... 10am til 8pm. Then, picked up hire van (big fuck off manual Transit and I haven't driven for over a year so that was an adventure let me tell you). Then, by myself, shifted 500kgs worth of Ikea furniture out of storage (where it has been for over a month cuz the fucking keys were a month late) to the van, then from the van to the flat.
As of right now... Sweating like a stuck pig, can't feel my arms and blurry vision.
Moral of the story... I need friends in London so I don't have to do this shit by myself; never move again; I REALLY FUCKING HATE LADDERS ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY ALMOST PITCH YOU OUT A BAY WINDOW; I never want to be a remover; and all you bitches whining about your cushy office jobs.
Goodbye, I'm going to go die now... All the new stuff is in the flat... I still have to shift all the shit in the old flat, including a washing machine... Which is going to be fun getting down two flights of stairs by myself... Remember me when I die of a coronary and/or being squashed by a washer... Won't you?
EDIT: Just realised that I mentioned 14 foot ceilings alot... They just made an impression on me cuz I hate ladders... I REALLY REALLY hate ladders... I can be on the tallest building in the world and not blink... Put me on a ladder and I'm a quivering mess...
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I just got back from 4 days of mountain climbing in North Wales, 11am this morning I was 2,500ft up Crib Goch climbing a 15 foot vertical wall ropeless with an almost sheer drop below, I have never been so scared in my life, great laugh doing the descent though, 1500ft of mostly scree run, adrenalin rush doesn't even begin to describe it.
Only thing is I now have aches everywhere, sunburn in numerous places, and too many gnat bites to count. Work is not going to be much fun tomorrow.
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My apologies for the edit - I just wrote a load of drivel which bored even me, and whilst I know I am not the most eloquent of scribes, this crap was below par even for me - the plan was it was something to do to keep me awake during a 22 hour shift. Nothing insightful, nothing personal, just rubbish about how crap my job is.
Apologies at length for the abuse of the boards - wont happen again.
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Well I did it. So I have 4 weeks of getting drunk and not doing my work. Then I leave.
Gambling should give me an extra thousand before I leave. If I can keep it up I may well be able to stay out indefintely. Which means I will be able to spend my 30th in Bogota. Oh aye. However chances are 2006 will see me on the street.
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