Phew, that was close.
Another long day in work today and not only did I nearly reach the end of my tether but I also just found out that they've cut my pay. Oooohh, that makes me mad.
Anyway, I didn't reach the end of my tether and I've just had a lovely warm shower, done my stretches, listened to The Magic Numbers whilst doing the washing up and generally improved my mood dramatically.
Hurrah.
Very little else to add I'm afraid. I explained to my bird that her apparent lack of interest with regard to my story was hurtful and she said something about feeling ill and throwing up. She also said it didn't read like a story which is probably a valid criticism.
So, I'll probably leave it there.
Sorry.
Did I mention that I'm trying to stop saying 'fuck'? This followed on entertaining a couple of young men on Friday night. They said 'fuck' an awful lot and it didn't sound teribly attractive. Clearly I was previously aware of the ugliness of the word, especially when overused, but I have noticed my 'fuck' count increasing since my return to the fucking cheese factory so I thought I'd do something about it.
Saturday didn't go very well as several people didn't turn up which put undue pressure on my resolve. Sunday was better, two confirmed and probably another one or two slipped out unnoticed. Today? Bad again, a lot of swearing under my breath as I neared my tethers end but tomorrow will no doubt be fuck free.
Monday, October 03, 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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