She only ever phones me at work if it’s something serious.
Sophie is still being sick and still unable to keep her milk down…
Katie phoned the doctors and he’s now said “Try and come in today before 5:30, because from the sounds of it, this can’t wait until tomorrow”. Like, 20 minutes for Katie to get into the next town to Soph’s doctors.
I know she’s ok, but……………I don’t like it. I don’t like her being ill. I don’t like the doctor making it sound like it’s “now or never”. I don’t like it. And I’m stuck at work for another 10 minutes. And even if I wasn’t, what could I do to help.
Since I’m poor and can’t afford to buy a Burger King / smoked shredded chicken with egg fried rice every day for lunch, I have some home made sammichs ( usually made by Katie because she’s awesome and I have some sort of special needs when it comes to spreading butter ¬_¬ ).
Which means, I’m not a big fan of lunch.
But today, today I had Brussels Pate in one sandwhich, and a slab of beef in the other. I haven’t enjoy lunch quite as much in a looooooooooong time. It was yummy.
Actually, future generations will feel much WORSE than you and I because, supposedly, technology is happening exponentially faster every day. So they’ll be like, fucking cars? REMEMBER THAT? Like before androids, amiright?
I like to imagine the future as an episode of Time Trumpet:
"Ovens? I’ll just pop it in the oven" …What was all that about?!
I think I’m handling it quite well. I haven’t cried yet.
I’ve had people tell me that 30 isn’t that old. But, I remember a time before the internet.
I remember there being only 4 channels.
Shit, one of my first TVs, didn’t store the channels…..if you wanted to change to BBC1, you had to retune every time. It was just a dial, that 90% of it was static, and you’d feel like you were cracking a safe, where every now and again, you’d hit upon a channel.
I remember when stations closed for the night. They turned off…stopped transmitting.
I remember when email addresses were GIVEN to you….you didn’t choose it, it was a number, like a phone number. No email@example.com…you were firstname.lastname@example.org
I remember when THIS was the pinnacle of gaming technology ( I had a Spectrum +3 )
I remember getting milk at school.
I remember you had to be actually in the house to make a phone call! I remember not being able to use the house phone and the internet at the same time!
I remember when I could go into HMV without thinking “Do they have to play the music so loud?”
I REMEMBER WHEN EDDIE MURPHY WAS FUNNY!
I remember seeing Jurassic Park in the cinema, first week it opened. It was a PG13 and I was 11. I snuck the fuck in and to this day, I still jump at the same fucking bit ( raptor snorting on the glass ).
I know I’m not the oldest person on Tumblr ( That’s Doug, surely ¬_¬ ) but, I do feel old. Or maybe, just a lot has changed in the last 30 years. Maybe other generations wont feel like this, because the change wont be as noticeable.
Have I mentioned how nice your hair looks today? Is that outfit new, because that colour really bring out your eyes.
Now, would any of you beautiful people be interested in drawing, for me, Marceline from Adventure Time, in a pinup style pose?
Purely a hypothetical, but I’m considering a Marceline tattoo ( when Sophie was brand new, when I was off work on paternity leave, we watched a lot of Adventure Time together…She grew rather fond of my attempt to beatbox / sing “Daddy, why did you eat my fries?” )
The Thing prequel was alright. It’s not even really a prequel…I suppose it is. It’s more like a companion piece as it ends where the Carpenter (which technically was a remake anyway) version starts. The run up to the end was a bit squiffy tho’.
I had actually considered a John Carpenter sleeve…which would have Jack Burton, Snake Plissken and MacReady on it ( I’m not too fussed for Myers or that ) . Then I realised, I clearly had a huge 80’s man-crush on Kurt Russell :(
I understand that, conceptually, but as a business owner it’s his responsibility to generate sales and maintain clients. It sucks that business is bad, but that aspect isn’t your fault. It should have been discussed well before now if there’s that much of a problem.
He already declared insolvency last year, which by the way he told it, was going to be a new beginning for the place, rising from the ashes a new company, stronger than before. Turns out, it’s just as shit.
why dont you drop hints/threaten to leave if he doesn’t get it together?
I don’t think he realises that without me, this place would collapse. He genuinely thinks he could do it all ( even though he currently complains that he doesn’t have time in the day to do his own job as it is, let alone taking on my workload! )
I thoroughly recommend getting another full-time job. There is absolutely nothing for you to gain by staying there part-time. Surely it will be harder to find a part-time job and then your tax-rate will be higher. Your one and only priority is Sophie
I’d assumed that it would be easier for me to find a part time job….I mean, everyone is complaining at the minute about there not being any jobs, and I ( possibly wrongly ) assumed they meant careers, rather than just like shop work.
It’ll all come down to what I find available. If there are any full time jobs going, that are able to pay my bills, then that’s the route I’ll take. But if not, I may have to go the road of having several part time jobs….even thou, yes, that’ll fuck my tax in the ass.
….ah jeezo. Fucks sake. To be honest, he’ll only realise what you do when you aren’t there, bud. And this shit always happens for a reason. There’s a better job out there for you. Start being proactive as fuck about looking.
In his defense…it’s not entirely out of spite. The business is just being run aground by “interesting” managerial decisions.
Fundamentally, if I left, the place would cease to be…which is why I was thinking of finding a second job, rather than just out right ditching this one. But we’ll see.
Nothing is finalised yet. Hell, we might have a good spell of sales and everything will be rosy, and I’ll be kept on 5day a week. Or, I might work 5 mornings, and have every afternoon off…or work Monday, Tuesday, Thursday. I have no idea. Nothing has been discussed beyond the boss saying “we can’t really afford to keep going at this rate, so hows about you work less days”.
So…..anyone want to make an objective assessment regarding:
The one where I calmly and efficiently laid out my concerns with work, in an attempt to make it somewhere I didn’t dread coming to every day?
The one where, in light of a full member of staff leaving, I asked for a raise of £1 per hour ( factoring that, I will be doing about a quarter of the leavers workload now, so, getting a 7th of his pay isn’t crazy talk )….
Well, the boss has rebutted by suggesting that I in fact work less days, 3 instead of 5, to the overall effect that I will be making less money. So, I didn’t get a raise, in fact, I’m getting a lower.
Nice. ( Especially since my monthly wage, to within about £9 or so, is the exact amount needed to pay the bills ever month. Katie’s money is what buys us food and it too, is a tight fit. )
With all my posturing and wanky hipstery leanings, I’m not ashamed to say…me too. Only…I am ashamed. But I’m not.
I didn’t even know I liked them. See, everyone was going on about them, and of course, I thought “pffft, they are clearly shite” but at the same time, there was this song I kept hearing, on TV or radio, that I really liked.
It was only when by some happenstance the two meshed up, I realised that I was a secret fan of them. lol