Early on in the year I was told I had to go one some fucking training course just before Christmas culminating in a treat of two weeks in some awful travel tavern just outside Swindon 2 days before Christmas Eve, when I’m meant too be high as a kite on mushrooms and Rum just before my Mum arrives to calm things down a bit, turn up the volume and drink us out of Baileys and Claret, all with a incessant need to know what the time is, what we are doing next and what is on the news today. Chances are, northing unless theres another Tsunami or anything which affects westerners.
So no time to have a tattoo, and i’d be too scared anyway, the thought of Mum constantly looking at my wrist/ arm/ leg/face regarding the ink and tutting, sighing and regretting the day i’d ever been born, not to her, she doesn’t mean me harm, I just don’t think a tattoo is such a big deal.
My company, the company I work for had arranged this training course for me, us months in advance, there’s been several teams who have gone through it this year and there will be several next year, I’m in the middle, around Christmas, which is a pain and I was refused time off to travel overseas during this time to visit relatives, even though I am skint, and even though my Mother in Law is going, so I wouldn’t want to tread on her toes. So this was arranged back in February, I was told I needed a new Monitor, wide screen, for the course, they knew, they ordered it, and it hasn’t yet arrived, the folk in the cogs of the machine have taken it upon themselves to enact this shambles all by them selves and well done to the fucking Knob jockeys who have failed in everyway to procure some kit for me. They proposed this wretched idea, and now it’s down to them to own it.
So from tomorrow I will be having two and a half weeks sat in front of my work pc, a poor prequel to the sexy film which took several weeks longer, however that is not my concern, I’ll keep my head down, digest the information, and then spend the next year working out what I can disregard and how to make my life easier, because this new Operating System is not going to help me and my sort out
I’ll keep my head down, digest the information, and then spend the next year working out what I can disregard and how to make my life easier, because this new Operating System is not going to help me and my sort out
Ha ha naturally
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