Wrote out a post on here earlier and just as I finish, smack ! Power goes out. Love this house. My Dad's Dad died yesterday, so my Dad is off work right now. But before anyone starts sending sympathy messages, etc - its important to know that the bloke wasn't the favourite family member, quite the opposite in fact. My Dad's sister practically came over celebrating yesterday and even my Dad is only taking advantage of the situation to get time off work.
Of course that seems out of order, but then you have to know the situation - theres plenty of reasons that none of his kids want anything to do with him and due to it being a family thing, I won't go into big details. Overall though, my Dad will probably be the only one of the bunch going to his funeral.
There was actually a funny moment today - my Dad has been wanting some good overtime at work to get more money, but theres been none available. No sooner that he gets this time off from his tight ass asshole of a boss, that my Dad recieves a text from his work that there will be this great overtime job next week thats like an extra £65 a night for like 4 nights. Of course he can't really take it up as hes supposed to be off "mourning" the loss of his Dad. He was like "Its that bastard having one last pot shot at me from beyond the grave !"
As soon as I heard that I couldn't help but piss myself laughing - my Mum found it bloody hilarious too. It was one of those moments where I only wished certain family friends were there to hear it (i.e Josie and Pete - Jul will understand).
Anyway, I always called this grandad of mine "Dad's Dad", cause I never really spoke to him or knew much about him, but what I started to hear and got the drift of, didn't fill me with great enthusiasm to make an effort. Last I heard, he was diagnosed with lung cancer - and wanted to sue the hospital for advising him to give in smoking (basically he was diagnosed soon after giving up - twat). So in his world, he got cancer cause he gave up smoking. Ok.
Wasn't the cancer that killed him though, it stopped him from being able to eat and stuff and had him in a hospital bed, but what killed him was that hospital bug that some people have caught. Or maybe the hospital ended up liking him as much as everyone else seems to.
My other Grandad (my Mum's Dad), is the exact opposite - hes like the best grandparent in the world - him AND my Nan. They are definatly the best grandparents anyone can wish for and thats another thing I reckon I have full backing from Juls on. Hes the type of guy who does anything for anyone - if anyone tried to hurt him, they'd wanna start running - cause I'd kill em.
It works both ways though - I dare anyone to say something negative about me in front of him and see what you get. ;-))
Thing is though, its funny - whenever he argues something, doesn't matter how wrong he is, he'll stick to his guns and blank out the other persons view like he can't hear. Drives my Nan nuts and he knows it. ;-)
He also came up with the word "shu'up" - he has a great way of making "shut up" as one word and its like the winning arguement on every situation. My Nan will expose the stupidity of what he does and he'll just be like "ah shu'up"
He muddles up certain words too which can be funny - he's not retired, hes retarded. ;-)
Had a job interview today and I think I did ok - only part that fucked my brain up was the line I really didn't need - "what do you want in the longterm ?" For a moment I couldn't help but pause and think to myself that I can't even work that out with Jul, let alone tell this bloke off the cuff on the spot. I jumbled together a load of crap about settling into a decent job, pension scheme, blah, blah, blah.
If theres a moment in that interview that comes back to bite me on the ass, its gonna be that.
Thing is, I seem to balls up what I'm trying to say a lot lately. I'll go to say something, then forget how to express it mid-sentance. And then start over and over again until I finally manage to kinda get it accross. I also use certain bits of Essex slang too much when I really don't want to. I swear off the cuff too much - even if its generally mild words - I was lucky to stop myself from letting one fly earlier - not a good idea to swear in a formal job interview.
Think I've been working in warehouses for too long - been hanging around too many losers. Need to get into a decent job so my brain cells actually have a reason to stay awake.
Remember people - shit jobs equal mass brain cell suicide. Warehouse grunt work, being the poor bastard who wraps burgers for a living - jobs like this will turn you into a brain dead zombie. DO NOT DO THEM !
Of course a lot of jobs are repetitive - but at least a majority require some form of concentration. The real danger is in jobs that don't require you to be sober/awake/mentally alive.
So basically, if you're walking a box to a lorry 8 hours a day, wrapping a burger, or licking envelopes for the office staff that can't be arsed to do it - either shoot yourself, or get a new job. Or get married to someone who can get a good job and enjoy yourself at home. ;-)
And before I get my eye sockets kicked in - I promise I won't do the last one Juls. :-)
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
