I couldn't post for the last couple of days as I'd downloaded an update to my anti-virus software and it changed all my proxy server settings. I imagine I'm supposed to know what that means but regrettably it came as something of a surprise to me so I panicked, randomly changed lots of settings and turned off my virus protection. One of those achieved success, bet you can't guess which one?
Anyway, that's not what I was disappointed about (nor I expect were you), rather I was (or should I say am) disappointed in a general sense.
A couple of years ago I was disappointed to have spent 10 years of life working for a building company. I didn't enjoy the job from the word go, I only took it on as the alternative was either unemployment or ushering on a Ray Cooney farce. As depressing as Run For Your Wife was it wasn't anything like as miserable an experience as unemployment so I opted to put down my ice cream tray, tear my last ticket and head west to the world of blocked toilets, smashed windows and broken dreams.
Despite trying to leave on a couple of occasions (I was tricked by the cunning genius of my evil boss) I spent a decade of my life sliding down the greasy pole of English life. I started in Putney which is quite an affluent London borough, took the short trip to Merton which is rather less salubrious before heading to Liverpool and then eventually Stoke on Trent. I don't want to say too much about either of the last two cities as most of the people I met there were the most friendly, generous and genuine people you could wish to meet. Especially when you consider that they live in a shit hole.
Still, I managed to escape. I visualised myself free of the company, I steeled myself to break the shackles which bound me and I drew deep from my well of mental strength. I was aided in this task by the fact that the company went bust and everyone who worked for them was laid off but hey, I was ready to go...
I've actually got to go and help set up a theatre restaurant but I've more to say on this topic, make yourself a cup of tea or something, I'll be right back.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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- beefandcheese
- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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