I Must Thank Kate Yay

For giving me this link as I ended up playing for over a bloody hour this evening. Oh well it wasted some of my leave.

Oh Bollox

Well the back pay finally arrived and as I had already decided to make so big payments to clean off a few bills, that's exactly what I did.

Unfortunately what I also did was pay £150 to a British Gas account, then realising what I've done, I tried to stop the payment.

The reason I said unfortunately is because I had forgotten to take this account off of my bill payments, as I no longer have a British Gas account.

Don't I feel like a prat.

Oh well after a multitude of phone calls, I will be getting the money back about three weeks from now. Bugger.

You May Remember

Whilst I was at work a few weeks back, I had a visit from Kate of Yay to my station, when see had herself a little accident resulting in a broken ankle.

Today I spoke to Kate and she has had the plaster removed and is now allowed to put pressure on the injury.

Hopefully Kate will be out there dancing again, off to the local HOP or will become the next HOP, Skip and Jump champion, Or she might even take up HOPSCOTCH.

I do hope she wont be HOPPING mad at me for this post.

Excuse all the puns.

Don't Try This At Home.

I must say a big thank you to Barry for getting this first.

Ouch.

Look what some daft bugger did to my leg.OK the daft bugger in question was me, as I stumbled through a bush which just happened to jump up and attack me.

Mind you the tree root that tripped me up and had me falling arse over tit was quite amused.

And before some of my readers have a pop, (The Yank and Shiny Demon) no I don't shave my legs, I'm just very fair skinned.

Going Round In Circles

Just to let you know there is a new blog out there written by an tube train operator

Tattoo Time.

I've just been down to my local tattooist and handed in the designs that I wanted.

So instead of Having a Celtic Band just on the bottom, I'm going to use it as a border.

The tattooist will call me in and measure me up, so to speak, then draw up a pattern, then call me in to see if I like it.

Not A Happy Bunny

I had the deep cleaning squad on last night, that's the moronic gang of night cleaners who aren't trusted to work at a station on there own.

Last night proved the point.

As any normal contractor knows, the first thing you do when arriving at a station is to book on with a Station Supervisor, not these four clowns, oh no they decide to start bringing all there equipment onto the station and down the stairs, and all this before my last train had departed.

As I popped my head out office door and asked what they thought they were doing, the intelligent reply "huh" was heard.

"OK let me put it another way, have you signed in?" "huh" "Have you got a PICER (Person in charge Evacuation Register)?" "huh" "Have you got a PIC" "huh"

It was at this point I almost lost the will to live.

After getting the cleaners into the office and explaining what is normally a two minute procedure I will admit to getting hacked off and almost telling them to get off my station as i was refusing them access to work.

After I finally worked out who was in charge, I issued the PICER, only to have it returned with out it being filled in properly. "Do you have an access number?" "huh" (here we go again).

I told him to get the number or he wouldn't be working, 15 minutes later he arrived back with the form filled out properly, at long last I thought.

I told them I wanted to see his Supervisor, and I think he actually called him as he arrived about two hours later with a manager in tow.

After explaining what had occurred, he apologised, and told me his staff were trained in how to book on, yeah right.

Around 4:15 another cleaning manager arrived to get some more details, and apologised once more.

It's nights like these I can do without, now I can relax as I am on leave for nine whole days and come back to a late start on April Fools day.

I Heard Some News Today

As I got off at my station to walk home, I bumped into one of the usual suspects from work.

He asked if I had heard about the driver taken ill on the Northern on Tuesday, I had heard that a driver was taken ill.

What I hadn't heard was that the driver had actually collapsed in the driving cab and died of a suspected heart attack.

When I get into work tonight I will check up via the usual means and find out some more to the story.

My heart felt condolences go out the the drivers family.

It just seems to be one of those years where I hear about deaths after deaths.

Update:

I checked up last night and can confirm that the Train Operator has passed away.

Only 46 Contractors

That was the amount of contractors I had working on my station tonight.

By Friday, the final works for my station will be finish and hopefully be handed back, then we only have 16 weeks left for all the small snagging items to be brought up to standard.

The contractors have said they are glad I'm on nights as the inspection will take place on days, the buggers know that I find faults in various things that my other cretins er I mean colleagues miss.

Take the new door entry system that was installed so badly over the weekend that you would have to be blind to miss the problems, such as out of the six screws holding it into the frame work, only two are actually flush whilst the rest are at different angles.

Also getting told by the contractors of two of my fellow supervisors who basically sleep through the night shift.

It's amazing what contractors tell us.

New Tattoos For Me.

I've decided on two of the tattoos that I will be getting on my left arm.

The center piece will be another Celtic cross. I like crosses for some reason, must be the Irish catholic in me.

I will have a Celtic band underneath the main tattoo and surround the cross with a stain glass window effect.
I just need to hand it over to my tattooist to design the whole tatto, then get a start date.

How To Put A Contractor Off His Stroke.

I think I might rephrase that.

As I sat at work I noticed that one of the systems on LUL's intranet had frozen, the system in question is called trackernet, this is a very handy program as it helps with finding out where my last trians are.

So as a good station supervisor i rang the IT desk which is based god knows where up north, I was onformed that there was a problem on a datalink cable at Willesden Green on the Jubilee line, I queried this as I work somewhere on the Met, H&C and Circle lines, oh it's affecting us as well.

The man at IT said he would give me a job number.

"Right it's F" he said.

"F for F**ked?" I asked.

His reply "erm ah er".

I didn't write that last bit down.

Back At Work

So I'm back at work, the first night of three. That's all only three shifts.

Today I just couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, I was woken once more by a phone call from my ex wife, she really loves doing that to me.

After I lay awake afterwards, I just stayed in bed reading all day, and I mean all day, I got up once to make a cuppa then headed back to bed, read some more, listened to music and just dossed all day.

The one pleasent thing I had in the post was my council tax bill, £615 for the year, so only £62 a month to pay.

Oh well I'm now at work feeling thoroughly refreshed and looking forward to finish this week off quickly.

Another bonus is that the contractors have placed a intercom system on the door to the office with a door release as well, so now I can sit on my arse and let people in.

Plans for my annual leave, move the bedroom and living room around once more.

Then do other things as well.

I've Just About Had Enough.

I seem to have one of those weeks where I was either not feeling well, things weren't going right or I just felt fed up with life.

It all started Wednesday, when I went to hospital for a check up with palpatations and pins and needles.
Thursday, I just had pains in my arm all day.
Friday I slept to long so my whole body felt stiff and I was disjointed all day and ended up pouring my Oats So Simple in to a mug and not a bow, I also made a coffee and put the coffee jar in the fridge.
Saturday, wasn't to bad a day, but someone I was supposed to go out for a drink with for Paddy's night fell asleep so i ended up staying in.
Sunday I just felt pissed of with life.
Today I woke up with a dose of the shits and vomitting, followed this evening with my back going into a muscle spasm.

I'm think falling apart.

Roll on tomorrow as I'm back to nights.

Bloody Football

Having watched my team go out of the FA Cup, all I can say is I think the better team on the night won.

My own team didn't want to do anything so it was there own fault.

F**k Me

I've seen the Heart of the Angel film before, but to tell you the truth I'd fogotten how bad it really was.

I used to work at Angel as a railman and I remember most of those staff.

Simms was mad all the time, the booking clerk got into trouble for his Picadilly line comment, the black railmen was seriously assaulted and was thrown down the spiral stairs whilst still in the collectors box.

Looking back on that film, no wonder I'm so daft.

Did You Ever ...

... Have One Of Those Mornings

Firstly, I went to make my breakfast this morning, a nice little bit of Oats So Simple.

All it you need to do is open up the packet, pour the contents into a bowl, add milk, and nuke for two and a half minutes.

What you don't do is pour the contents into a large mug like I did this morning.

Secondly, after I had made myself a de-caf coffee, I placed the tin of coffee into the fridge.

I'm scared to go out now.

Messing with MySpace Comments

There are two pictures on a website that for some reason just set me to chortling everytime I see them.

Sleeping Patterns

This might sound daft, but I hate sleeping to long.

My body clock has gotten used to sleeping only six hours sleep for me to function normally, unfortunately last night I slept almost double that.

I was in bed around 12am and slept until 11:25 this morning, two things came from this.

1) I obviously needed the sleep therefore I slept overly long.
2) I'm now stiff as a board, my back muscles are hurting, my head feels fuzzy like when you have a head cold, I'm continuously yawning, and I've missed a good proportion of the day.

Another Week Over

After a very hectic week, with more distruptions then I can remember, I have finally arrived at my rest days (phew).

I'm now off for five and a half days, only to work three night shifts before I start my annual leave.

So time to relax and let all my worries just float away.

Things with me are a lot better today, no pins and needles or pains, i don't know whats worse the P&N or the pain.

You can get used to the pain, but the pins and needles just make your hand and arm feel funny.

Oh well I bet I'm awake at 4:30 again in the morning, even when i don't need to be.

When Not To Ask A Question?????????

I received an email from one of my managers this morning, it was a general communique about the station cleaning and a new book to monitor the situation, as there has been phew sorry few problems lately.

On his last sentence he had written "Any questions feel free to ask".

I looked at his distribution list and as I'm a bit of a bugger and not very subtle.

I asked my question

"One question, has a certain dead supervisor been reincarnated"?

Obviously Training Is Not As Good As I Thought

I have a new Customer Service Assistant who hasn't been on the job all that long.

He asked me a question which I must admit totally blew me away.

"A monthly travelcard, how does it work date wise, does it run out at the end of the month or does it finish every 30 days"?.

This question was asked so innocently it actually threw me.

After explaining that it runs from date to date IE: 15/03/07 to 14/04/07 and then the customer will need to renew her ticket.

I then received a phone call from the Station Assistant Multi-Functional, his exact words to me.

"I can't believe you just had that conversation".

A Visit To A&E

I was at work today, but around 12pm I started to get a slight fluctuation and tightness in my chest, directly below my chest plate.

I didn't worry all that much as it felt more like a spasm then anything else.

When it came to 2pm i started to get pins and needles in my left arm, I thought best pop down to A&E for a check, better safe then sorry.

I arrived at casualty, and there was a queue of five people before me.

I was seen by the triage nurse who directed me to reception. As I queued once the first person then the second and so on and so on, all of them were told to sit in the waiting room until you are called by the second triage nurse.

As I walked up gave my name and address and answered everything asked, the receptionist told me to walk along the corridor and wait by the door to meet him there.

I waited for the door to open and was led along the A&E department and told to take a seat outside resus, which was nice.

I was seen fairly quickly, given a Xray (at which I heard from the nurse, f**k thats a big tattoo) and then had and ECG (no I can't spell it) so I cables stuck to my chest, my blood pressure was taken and was a bit lower then normal, but they weren't worried about that, jsut my heart results.

I was told everything was fine and not to worry, but they will come back in 30minutes and do a second test, to see if there was any difference.

Luckily they said everythings fine but they think I should give up coffee, as I might be drinking to much of it.

I work on the underground, of course I drink to much coffee.

So I will now start to reduce my coffee intake.

Oh well, bugger.

Some Passengers Are Daft

As I sat relaxing after a hectic day, I looked out of my office window, top see a train pull into the platform, the train was in toatl darkness.

I thought the train out of service, until the carriage doors opened and I noticed passengers sitting on the train.

I flew out onto the platform and got my foot in the doors just as they started to close.

The driver opened up again, so I made my way to the front to have a word with the driver.

"What's up"? he asked.

"Do you want to turn your lights on" I said.

"Oh F**k" he said.

What I forgot to add was the fact the train had travelled through three stations in pitch blackness and nobody telling the Train Driver.

That's what i meant by them being daft.

I'm Fooking Knackered

Jesus H

What a bloody quick day it was today.

Because of various service problems, between 7:00 and 12:30 i was hardly able to sit down, and finally got my first coffee of the day around 1ish.

The PA was going all day, and I think I only had the good service prerecorded annoucement going for five minutes.

What with suspensions, part suspensions, power failures, LIA sending me to the wrong platform then telling me I was on the right platform, things around the station breaking, chasing up contractors, minor delays, severe delays, good services on some lines then falling over again.

By the end of my shift I was totally buggered.

Oh well only two more early turns left, and off to see Barry on Thursday to wii on his TV.

Vitriol And A Tirade

I was going to launch into a rant this morning, as I was given wrong information by the Line Information Assistant.

Basically, a signal at the station next to mine had no red aspect on the signal in the platform, and a hand signal man needed to be appointed to give the train drivers the correct and vital information.

I wander over to the eastbound platform, and on arrival I noticed that my signal had a red aspect.

I rang LIA to find out what the fook was going on, he told me he needed a look out on my westbound platform no1, this is where the confusion come into play.

Platform 1 is my westbound, platform 2 is my eastbound.

After a little discussion I can now confirm it was definitely platform 1 westbound, that needed to be covered.

So the signal problem was actually at the station in the other direction.

I spoke to the Line Controller to find out if this LIA actually knew what he was doing, and here is the crucial part, the person on the LIA desk is a trainee, as I'm a kind hearted man, all is forgiven.

God knows who is training him though.

Ah Sleep

I was in bed by 11pm last night.

However sleep wasn't as peaceful as I would have hoped, firstly I forgot to put my mobile phone on silent and was awoken at 00:20 by a text message, then at 1:39, I was woken by a horrendous cramp in my left calf muscle, so after shooting out of the bed in pain I finally settled down to a nights sleep.

waking up at 4:30 this morning I felt disorientated, and hadn't got a clue where I was, or why I could hear music playing, after I finally became aware of my surroundings, and relising that I had to get up, I hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.

Hitting the snooze button does feel good, but almost made me late for my train.

I'm currently at work and my left leg is still in pain from last nights cramp.

I hate when that happens as it seems to last all day.

Spring Is In The Air

As I arrived home, I popped into my kitchen and happened to look out of my window, I only have a small garden about 20 foot square.
I spotted up against the fence some nice little flowers, as I suffer from hay fever, I prompt ripped them up and mangled them.

Only joking, but it's nice see a bit of colour in an otherwise dull garden.

Another Morning In Paradise

I arrived at work at 6:40 thanks to Midland Mainline arriving early at St Pancras.

I have changed the station PA seven times so far and it's not even 8:30.

The reasons:

The Northern line suffering severe delays, late finish of engineering works at Balham, then changing back to a good service.
The Metropolitan line suffering minor delays, lack of availiable trains.
The District line suffering minor delays, faulty track at Victoria.
The Bakerloo line suffering minor delays, signal problems at Paddington.
The Victoria line suffering minor delays, signal failure at Warren Street and an earlier faulty train tat Euston.
The Piccadilly line suffering minor delays, signal problems at Acton Town.

Sleep Deprivation And A Weird Dream.

I buggered up my sleep pattern last night, I dosed off on the sofa and as I was so comfortable I woke up about five hours later, as I looked at the clock and I realised it was almost 11pm, I knew I had fecked up my nights sleep.

I made my way to bed about 12:30, switched off the light and as I lay there wide awake another problem occurred.

Have you ever lay in bed trying to sleep and a song just pops into your head that's what happened last night, I started muttering Korn's Twisted Transistor.

On went the light as I knew I was now fighting a losing battle, up came the book and I started reading.

A little while later, I tried once more to sleep this time a different tune popped into my head Emerson Lake an Palmer's Fanfare for the Common Man.

I finally fell asleep about 3:45am and dropped straight into one of those weird dreams where everything seems to have actually happened.

When you wake up you think, did that really happen, did I really do that.

I dreamt that I had moved into a new house and had advertised on my blog that I was having a house warming party.

At first a few people turned up, one being Diamond Geezer, who actually turned out to be a woman, and quite a tasty woman too, and best of all she lived about five minutes away and not in London as on the blog, the really weird bit during this part of the dream was Diamond Geezer had actually been in an accident earlier in her life and had shattered her right hip, so now she walked with a slight limp after she had had a hip replacement operation. The female Diamond Geezer even showed me her scar, as I had seduced her during the evening, which in my dream I even twittered about (I actually checked twitter before I left for work as I was so convinced I had).

I wont go into to many details as I don't want to offend Diamond Geezer.

Where my unconscious mind thought this up god only knows where.

The party rocked on until 4ish when it swapped to me finding bedrooms and sleep spaces for my guests, I don't know why I had people staying over, but I did.

As I sorted out one sleeping arrangement, another guest would arrive and I would have to swap it all around again, then a group of woman turned up and and started decorating my kitchen with lights, someone blew up my oven and rusted all my knives and forks in the dishwasher.

It all started to get out of hand and began to get rather vague, when my alarm sounded and woke me up. Phew.

Apart from feeling like shite from only having 45 min I made my way downstairs, and another tune popped into my head, this time AC/DC's Ride On, I normally end up singing along to this one as i walk to and from Wellingborough station

I think that's the last time I have a Philadelphia Cheese and Corned Beef sandwich just before bedtime.

A World Of Odours, Football And Rugby.

There's nothing better than walking in your own front door.

Last night I stayed at my mums house, she is really sweet and never minds outting me up for the night.

As we sat watching firstly the rugby and then her beloved Manchester United (shudder), which tell you the truth I fell asleep in the first half.

My mum loves toffees which I also don't mind as she shares them with my fair self, however she has an awful shot, and pinged them in my general direction, I don't mind that,it's just they were being fired off of walls and me, the ultimate shot pinging off the side of my head just behind my right ear.

We had a nice evening in, watching tv, the only thing i don't like about staying at mums, is the fact she smokes, and even now at home after leaving her house at 6:00 this morning to go to work, I can still smell the smoke on my clothes.

I don't like smoking and never have, many a time I will pass a comment at my mum, even telling her not to smoke in my car.

But coming home and still smelling the smoke on my clothes, in my bag and generally smelling smoke, isn't nice.

At work today, I had the same smelly cleaner as last week, personal hygiene is not his strong point, however his stench of sweat is.

As I've said before, I'm far from the most subtle person, but I do believe in speaking my mind and telling it how it is. I have upset people in the past, managers, family and friends, and one friend most of all one when I said her daughter was rotund (God I love that word).

I asked him if he had any deodarant, which he said he has but it's in his locker at another station, I told him he needs to go back to his locker and start wearing it.

Unfortunately Barry was also in my office and I almost found it impossible to keep a straight face as I could see his shoulders bouncing up and down.

One thing I must do, is stop listening to football at work, after a rollercoaster of three games, Spurs had my heart in my mouth so often this week that I almost dislocated a kneecap when it crashed into the desk of the SS office.

Bloody Chelski.

Finally well done to Ireland for winning the Triple Crown against Scotland (poor Tirch), England for beating the French and a seriously unlucky performance from Wales (sorry Barry and his mum) against the Italians.

Next weekend should be very interesting as it's St Patricks day.

I'm off for four day with lots going on, and hopefully a few Guiness or beer wil be flowing down the old throat.

What A Palaver

The technician for the new Station Management System (SMS) arrived to reboot the system.

After rebooting the whole system, the engineer had fried the Dot Matrix on the westbound platform, so I was left with absolutely no information being displayed.

Unfortunately the engineer they sent hadn't got a clue about the SMS system, so he spent most of the time on the phone to the help desk in Manchester.

F**k me, if I had known that, I could have done that myself as I knew more about how to work my way around the PC then he did.

After taking ages to mess around on the PC and still not getting it to work he vanished off to get some new disks to reboot the system.

As he had left I had a little tinkle, rebooted and hey presto, marvels upon marvels, it worked again.

I am a GOD.

What A F**king Morning

The time is currently 08:45 and it's the first time I've had a chance to get a breather.

I arrived at work at 07:15 and straight away, and I mean I haven't even sat down when I get a call over the radio from the CSA on the gate line, a passenger has put £10 in the Multi Fare Machine and it's jammed, not a problem you might think no worried you have a booking clerk to deal with it.

Wrong, in the reshuffle for the 35 hour week, my Saturday clerk doesn't start until 07:30. It would have been easy to issue a permission to travel form and let the gentleman sort it out at the other end, however the gentleman was going home after nights by bus.

Bollox.

My clerk arrived earlier then 7:30 and one happy customer was on his way.

I then noticed that the night SS hadn't done any of the obligatory weekend engineering announcements, so as i set to recording my dulcet tones for the weekend notices, I was disturbed (no not as disturbed in the head) no less then 5 times by telephone calls, first from my manager, then my booking clerk, then LIA (shorty to me) then I forget but other things going wrong.

07:55 the Met service to Aldgate was suspended due to lack of available trains. Well done Metromess.

I've been up and down my station stairs more time today then I had yesterday.

I then attempted to place a message on the Dot Matrix on my platform, however the PC went bang and fell over, so a job placed on that.

I've had people banging on my door asking about when will the next Circle Line arrive and looking slightly upset when I say Monday.

Customers telling me there is no information about the Circle Line and whilst talking to them, my recorded PA telling customers there is no Circle Line the entire weekend.

It's just been one of those days.

Time for my first coffee of the day.

Tube Night On BBC.

BBC are showing a Tube Night on BBC 4.

If your not busy with your mum's you can catch it on March 18th from 8pm onwards.

But if you're like me you will be recovering from St Pat's day as well.

I would especially try to catch 40 Minutes: Heart of the Angel, and please keep an eye out for the mental member of staff in the lift.

I actually knew these staff as I used to work at Angel when I was what was called a Relief Leading Railman at the start of my career with the glamorous LUL, and yes Mr Simms was just as scary to work with in real life.

Two Conversations At Work.

Conversation One:

The phone rang. I answered it

Me, "Supervisor Blah Blah Blah".
SAMF What Zones (personal joke) "Hi It's Dave and I'm waiting for a HNC train but there's none arrived yet".
Me, "Ok Dave I'll see you when you get in".
SAMF "Cheers Phil, I'll see you soon".
Me "It's John not Phil".
SAMF "No Phil, It's Dave and I'm running late"
Me, "No I'm John not Phil, you're Dave and your running late so I'll see you soon".
SAMF "Yeah that's what I said, oh my trains coming, bye".
Click.

*The name have been changed to protect the innocent.

Conversation Two:

As the SAMF arrived at the station, he and my fellow SS got into a weird conversation.

Both the SS and the SAMF are married to Thai women, so the SS loaned him a couple of DVD's which were allegedly about Thai Cabaret, these DVD's actually ended up being about ladyboys.

Then the following conversation took place.

The SS was trying to get the SAMF to go to a shop in Euston called Transformation (the SS must know this shop well, as apparently there's a chip shop next door to it) as he thinks the SAMF would look good in women's clothing and wondering what he would look like in a thong.

As I sat petrified in the corner of the office thinking get me out of here, the conversation changed from the SAMF wearing women's clothing, to the SAMF using his back pay to get himself transformed into a woman, and how much it would cost in Thailand.

HELP!!!!!!

This conversation went on for at least 15 minutes.

In the end the SAMF fled, and so did I.

My colleagues who read my blog will know who both these members of staff are.

Bloody Lunatic

A lunatic american woman sent me this link, no wonder I'm so daft.

Nice Couple Of Days.

It's been a nice couple of days, nothing much has happened apart from shaving my head.

Today I was up early and off to Fat Club (Weight Watchers) and lost 3 1/2lbs so I'm chuffed.

After that I spent a lot of the afternoon round at a friends, helping her put up a plinth for her curtains and other odds and sods.

So right at this minute I am just waiting for my Chinese to arrive, hmmm food.

Oh and listening to the wailing and screeching of cats either fighting or having outrageous sex.

A Close Shave

Well Tuesday arrived, and as I woke up I thought about going to the barbars to get my head cleansed of hair again.

The I thought feck that why waste £3 and reached for the trusty old shaving cream.
25 minutes later, and one shiny head (or the white ninja) has returned.
Only one slight mishap, which isn't bad compared to the fact i can't see most of my head, and was shaving blind.

I'm Not Often Impressed But...

WHOOOOOOPS!!!!!!!!!

I've made a bit of a boo boo.

On the way home this evening, I popped into my local Tesco Metro and bought myself a ready meal (us single people).

As I left the store and crossed over the road, I turned to go into an alley, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone appear in my field of vision.

Before I even realised, I had reacted sharply, and then looked down at a bloke about 25 sprawled out on the floor.

I'd hit him with a solid punch straight to the chin and knocked him spark out.

I knelt down beside this poor unfortunate bloke and after what seemed hours but was probably only a minute, he finally came round.

After I made sure he was ok and up on his feet again, apologised profusely, shook his hand.

Then I promptly scarpered.

Why Do I Work With These People

Take my late turn colleague, no please take him and don't bring him back.

 

Today he only proved to me that he has the intelligence of a stick.

 

The service was knackered from 13:10 onwards because a one under up at eastcote, when the service finally resumed, he called me up on the radio and told me the state of play, as i made my way downstairs I asked him if he had updated the Public Address.

 

Yes he turned mine off, did he do a new PA. No.

 

I asked him why, oh because he was waiting for it to be a good service.

 

This is just one of a few things over the weekend that have pissed me off about him, he's supposed to be a Station Supervisor, but if anything ever happens when he is on duty, he always calls someone else and lets them make the decision.

 

If anything serious ever does happen, I hope that I'm not on duty.

Strange But True.

Five people I actually know are called Barry, Larry, Harry, Carrie and Gary.

Cartoons

Isn't it amazing what you will watch when your bored and can't sleep. So I'm currently watching Samurai Jack and Megas XLR.These are definitely two of the better cartoons worth watching on Toonami, (especially at 11pm) and along with The Batman, X-Men and Teen Titans.
I must admit, that's also one of the reasons I love when my son is up as he cuddles up to me and we watch tons of cartoons.

People who actually know me do realise that, yes i am a big ok huge kid at heart.

How To Upset The Cleaner.

I'm sometimes known to be quite blunt and to the point when dealing with staff and contractors.

 

Take today, as the cleaner walked into the office he was proceeded by a miasma of stench.

 

My nose blocked up, and I almost gagged, I normally have a strong stomach as I've had my fair share of shitty nappies when my kids were younger, smells and odours don't normally bother me.

 

But when I'm forced out of my office by a horrendous stench, it's time to have a few words.

 

Here's my words.

 

Me to Cleaner "Do you have any deodorant ?"

 

Cleaner to me "No, why?"

 

Me to him "Because you stink of BO and I smelt you before you arrived in the office, can you go up the road and buy some deodorant as i don't want to put up with that stench whilst at work".

 

Subtle aren't I.

No Wonder My Eldest Freaked.

I decided for a New Years Revolution, that as I'm 40 this year, I will grow my hair back just to see what colour it is.However after getting my colleague at work to take a picture in which even I almost freaked, I've decided to go all natural again, and from Tuesday I will once more be the bald bugger that I love to be.