God I'm freakin' bored.
Gonna waste some time typing some shit.
don't really use the blog on here as I haven't been bothered to add any friends to read it. But I'm THAT bored I'm just gonna start typing any way to pass the time.
Well, last time I ended up posting random rubbish was back in February. Ah yes, lot happened since then.
My flat got broken in to. Made off with 2000 worth of stuff including 2 laptops (one pink one that was my girlfriends 21st birthday present), ice blue DS, PSP, 2 digital cameras, a limited edition Halo Xbox 360 console, an 80GB iPod and some other stuff. Yeah, that wasn't fun.
The scary thing is, I was fast asleep in my bed while the whole thing took place!! Didn't bother to mention this to the Insurance people though.
Managed to get most of the stuff back though I'm still waiting for them to replace my 360!! Luckily I had a spare Elite in the bedroom ^_^
Aye, so I ended up having to wear the Uniform for Blockbuster Games. It wasn't actually as bad as I thought and in a way I prefered it as I didn't have to wear something different every day
Well, it didn't last that long as I just got so fed up with that place that I just wanted to get out. My former manager at Blockbuster Games offered me a better position, in the town, and less hours for more money so I went with that.
Only thing is, it's a freakin' CARD SHOP. Pretty lame!!
I mean, I've had worse jobs!! Like I used to work at the Post Office and do 6pm til 6am shifts. Total Zombificationess (that's a new word to add to the dicitionary!)
Well, I'm surrounded by pensioners and the average height in the place seems to be around 4ft!
The main reason I left is cuz my buddy from Blockbuster came with me, but he quit after a month leaving me as the only guy there. Then my other buddy from Blockbuster (who also works in a comic book store) came to work for us, but he only lasted 3 months.
The only reason I'm sticking in at this one is because I'm friends with my boss, and she's basically said that the assisstant manager position is mine when the current one retires (she's 64).
I've thought about pushing her down the stairs a few times to speed up the process, but y'know, I'm sure I'd get found out!! >_<
Once I get Assisstant Manager on my CV it'll be a LOT easier to get the kind of job I want.
Right now it's all about paying the mortgage and the bills. So what if my "street cred" has all but dried up. A job is a job, it doesn't matter what you do. As long as the paycheck keeps coming, I'll keep showing up.
Annoying thing is there is a fucking SHITTY purlple/lilac polo shirt as a uniform. My manager lets me get away with wearing a black shirt, but occasionally we get visits by higher up people and they moan if I'm not in 'uniform'. Facists!!
I was supposed to be packing my bags today for my fortnight holiday in dubai, but it's kind of came undone at the last minute. I'm actually extremely gutted! Everyone else is going away somewhere nice and now I'm stuck here with the shitty weather and nothing to do!!
Suppose I'm gonna use this time to personalise my flat a bit more. Maybe get some new furniture that sort of thing. Yeah.
Had some heartbreak earlier this year too. My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. Now I always warned him about smoking so much, but doctors confirmed that it was caused by asbestos from working in all the different jobs he done whilst being exposed to it.
He had only just had his 3rd chemo when he died suddenly from a massive heart attack.
Now, my dad and I never really had a close relationship. In fact, there were times where I just down right hated him. But I never would have wished this upon him.
When he found out he had the cancer, he was a completly different person. He had stopped drinking and smoking and seemed to have this new zest for life. He was happy. In fact, the last time I saw him it's the best I'd seen him in years! I gave him the biggest hug and told him that I loved him. Think I maybe even squeezed too hard. I just wanted him to know, even though we didn't get along that well, and didn't talk as much as we probably should have, he was still my dad, and no matter what, I loved him for it.
I truly miss the old guy. I feel hurt every day knowing the things he's missing out on. All those opportunity's that should have been captured by were let go. He has a son in New York who he'd fallen out with and never spoke to since. Since then he had a grandchild that he didn't even want to know. He didn't even tell him he had cancer. I felt so guilty that I swore to my dad not to tell my own brother. I can't imagine what my brother must feel like, having someone tell him that his Dad had died, having not spoken to him in about 3 years. They used to be so close, a closeness that I always wished I could have had with my dad.
that's what I get for being the youngest. My older brother is 40 this year. I'm only 24. Heck, my brother is old enough to be my dad.
My dad has had nothing but one tragedy after another. In the one year he lost his mum, his closest Uncle and his 2nd son, all within the space of a couple of months. His 2nd son had two girls. Their mother went with another guy and moved to Thailand. This was about 9 years ago. I haven't heard from them since, and I don't think my Dad did either.
That's another thing that got to me, my dad has 5 grandchildren. From 3 different sons. I'm the only son not to have any kids. I'm the only one that never gave him any grandchildren.
And I know how stupid it sounds seeing as I'm really too young for kids, but that's something that's always gonna haunt me. My kids, like myself, won't have a grandad. And he's such a great grandad for my other brother's 2 kids. My Nephew Aaron thought of his grandad as his hero. The poor kid was in bits. He's at that age where he understands what's going on.
He set the funniest thing about my dad's cremation. He likened it to Darth Vader at the end of Return of the Jedi. It made me laugh, and it made me cry. Because it was true. He was a little like Darth Vader. He was a good person who was met with a lot of tragedy. Then he turned to the Dark Side (or alcohol in this case) and in the end saw retribution.
Been a tough old year this one, one I'm surely never going to forget.
I keep also having this dream.
It happens all the time now.
It's how I die.
Gonna waste some time typing some shit.
don't really use the blog on here as I haven't been bothered to add any friends to read it. But I'm THAT bored I'm just gonna start typing any way to pass the time.
Well, last time I ended up posting random rubbish was back in February. Ah yes, lot happened since then.
My flat got broken in to. Made off with 2000 worth of stuff including 2 laptops (one pink one that was my girlfriends 21st birthday present), ice blue DS, PSP, 2 digital cameras, a limited edition Halo Xbox 360 console, an 80GB iPod and some other stuff. Yeah, that wasn't fun.
The scary thing is, I was fast asleep in my bed while the whole thing took place!! Didn't bother to mention this to the Insurance people though.
Managed to get most of the stuff back though I'm still waiting for them to replace my 360!! Luckily I had a spare Elite in the bedroom ^_^
Aye, so I ended up having to wear the Uniform for Blockbuster Games. It wasn't actually as bad as I thought and in a way I prefered it as I didn't have to wear something different every day
Well, it didn't last that long as I just got so fed up with that place that I just wanted to get out. My former manager at Blockbuster Games offered me a better position, in the town, and less hours for more money so I went with that.
Only thing is, it's a freakin' CARD SHOP. Pretty lame!!
I mean, I've had worse jobs!! Like I used to work at the Post Office and do 6pm til 6am shifts. Total Zombificationess (that's a new word to add to the dicitionary!)
Well, I'm surrounded by pensioners and the average height in the place seems to be around 4ft!
The main reason I left is cuz my buddy from Blockbuster came with me, but he quit after a month leaving me as the only guy there. Then my other buddy from Blockbuster (who also works in a comic book store) came to work for us, but he only lasted 3 months.
The only reason I'm sticking in at this one is because I'm friends with my boss, and she's basically said that the assisstant manager position is mine when the current one retires (she's 64).
I've thought about pushing her down the stairs a few times to speed up the process, but y'know, I'm sure I'd get found out!! >_<
Once I get Assisstant Manager on my CV it'll be a LOT easier to get the kind of job I want.
Right now it's all about paying the mortgage and the bills. So what if my "street cred" has all but dried up. A job is a job, it doesn't matter what you do. As long as the paycheck keeps coming, I'll keep showing up.
Annoying thing is there is a fucking SHITTY purlple/lilac polo shirt as a uniform. My manager lets me get away with wearing a black shirt, but occasionally we get visits by higher up people and they moan if I'm not in 'uniform'. Facists!!
I was supposed to be packing my bags today for my fortnight holiday in dubai, but it's kind of came undone at the last minute. I'm actually extremely gutted! Everyone else is going away somewhere nice and now I'm stuck here with the shitty weather and nothing to do!!
Suppose I'm gonna use this time to personalise my flat a bit more. Maybe get some new furniture that sort of thing. Yeah.
Had some heartbreak earlier this year too. My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. Now I always warned him about smoking so much, but doctors confirmed that it was caused by asbestos from working in all the different jobs he done whilst being exposed to it.
He had only just had his 3rd chemo when he died suddenly from a massive heart attack.
Now, my dad and I never really had a close relationship. In fact, there were times where I just down right hated him. But I never would have wished this upon him.
When he found out he had the cancer, he was a completly different person. He had stopped drinking and smoking and seemed to have this new zest for life. He was happy. In fact, the last time I saw him it's the best I'd seen him in years! I gave him the biggest hug and told him that I loved him. Think I maybe even squeezed too hard. I just wanted him to know, even though we didn't get along that well, and didn't talk as much as we probably should have, he was still my dad, and no matter what, I loved him for it.
I truly miss the old guy. I feel hurt every day knowing the things he's missing out on. All those opportunity's that should have been captured by were let go. He has a son in New York who he'd fallen out with and never spoke to since. Since then he had a grandchild that he didn't even want to know. He didn't even tell him he had cancer. I felt so guilty that I swore to my dad not to tell my own brother. I can't imagine what my brother must feel like, having someone tell him that his Dad had died, having not spoken to him in about 3 years. They used to be so close, a closeness that I always wished I could have had with my dad.
that's what I get for being the youngest. My older brother is 40 this year. I'm only 24. Heck, my brother is old enough to be my dad.
My dad has had nothing but one tragedy after another. In the one year he lost his mum, his closest Uncle and his 2nd son, all within the space of a couple of months. His 2nd son had two girls. Their mother went with another guy and moved to Thailand. This was about 9 years ago. I haven't heard from them since, and I don't think my Dad did either.
That's another thing that got to me, my dad has 5 grandchildren. From 3 different sons. I'm the only son not to have any kids. I'm the only one that never gave him any grandchildren.
And I know how stupid it sounds seeing as I'm really too young for kids, but that's something that's always gonna haunt me. My kids, like myself, won't have a grandad. And he's such a great grandad for my other brother's 2 kids. My Nephew Aaron thought of his grandad as his hero. The poor kid was in bits. He's at that age where he understands what's going on.
He set the funniest thing about my dad's cremation. He likened it to Darth Vader at the end of Return of the Jedi. It made me laugh, and it made me cry. Because it was true. He was a little like Darth Vader. He was a good person who was met with a lot of tragedy. Then he turned to the Dark Side (or alcohol in this case) and in the end saw retribution.
Been a tough old year this one, one I'm surely never going to forget.
I keep also having this dream.
It happens all the time now.
It's how I die.