I'm alive!

Yes its been a while, no there is no real reason. Well apart from being lazy.

I've had quite a grumpy day today. Work issues, you know. In fact everything about work in the last couple of months has absolutely pissed me off. I'll try to derail the oncoming train of just ranting for ages about it by first and foremostly apologizing for being one of those whiny bastards who always complains about work, and secondly, by disregarding all that and going ahead and complaining about work anyway.

Its happened a lot that I've turned up at work and they've said "oh you're not in today" or again like today when I breezed through the door at 10am for my shift "oh you're not in till 2" when I'm certain enough that I'd bet a limb on the fact that last time I was in she told me I was working at 10. Then there was the time a few weeks ago when my boss called me on a Sunday and basically bollocked me for not being there. I had no idea I was supposed to be in that day, and she was a total bitch about it and made me feel like shit. I did start to wonder if I am being just properly thick about it, but I've honestly never had a job I've had rota problems at all with before. They just like to change them around every fucking day and then not tell you.

Today was payday, I've done loads of hours this month over fathers day, and they've proper dramatically underpaid me and I don't know why so I'm gonna have to sort all that out and they'll probably just end up fucking me over again.

I'm on an ongoing temporary contract, (because everyone at clintons is up the stick) they wont give me more than 8/12 hours a goddamn week, yet they're advertising for more staff for a 16 hour contract. They truly are shitmongers.

Ok, so that's the end of my ranting. I'm desperately trying to claw my way out of the job, but there are no other prospects at the moment. I might get a job in a casino in September if I'm lucky at my group interview session (which I know I declared that I wouldn't go to another one ever again, but this is what clintons has driven me to) at the end of next month.

Anyway onto better things, its Wimbledon season and therefor my thighs are suitably worn down.

Ohhh Rafa, you despicably gorgeous creature!
On the other end of the wimbledon lovelies spectrum, I absoloutely cannot stomach andy murray. Goddd he's just such a fucking wankstain. Tonight I came to the conclusion that the only thing more irritating than andy murray is andy murray fans.

Right anyway that about covers it for now, my next post is my 200th, keep yer eyes peeled!

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I just think everyone should know about this

If I remember correctly, I discovered this from pressing the "next blog" button. It has been the single greatest thing thats ever came from me pressing it, usually I get religious blogs or cheesy american family blogs, both varieties fill me with rage. Anyway, they were all worth it, if I had to flick through every single blog in the world, only to find this as the very last one, it would still have been more than worth it.

http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/

Its the blog of a girl who takes messages posted in missed-connections sections of new york newspapers, and turns them into beautiful pictures. I think why I love these so much is that the beauty comes not just from the images she creates for them, but that the messages are actual, genuine words that other people have written. The combination of real life and the picture painted for it, just makes them really special to me.


This is my favourite one so far, because when I read the message, I thought to myself that I always wondered the exact same thing. And not just that, it was just worded so beautifully and felt so genuine and seemed so romantic, it really touched me.

I saw you for maybe a second or two.
I've read missed-connections before and wondered why people just didn't say something then and there. Now I understand... perhaps it's because the moment is extraordinary; containing a fullness of its own... and the thought that this person across from me is not a part of my everyday life, and at any second will disappear, didn't even occur to me... it seemed that we were in whatever it was together, and that sort of connection rarely, if ever, happens between strangers, so my mind was a little slow on registering that there would be no "some other time" if neither of us asked for the others phone or email.

Now, hours later, the ripples created by those few tender seconds still gently rock something within me...
and I become a missed-connections poster.

Would you be interested in having tea or going on a ride?

I hope they enchant you as much as they have me.