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Well.

I’m feeling rather good this week. Of course, by that I mean I am feeling nothing of the sort… but heck, I thought I’d trick you all.

But, as my old manager once told me, make a ‘shit sandwich’. That’s two layers of positive bread with shite in the middle. Psychologists, that’s the primary-recency effect in FULL FORCE.

I got my window fixed. Rather, my landlord did, as I cannot create glass, nor forge it to fit a particular space. I am glad about this; I now can sleep with both crucial criteria fulfilled (they being Snug and Warm).

My room’s still a shithole, but I’m getting that tidied tonight. The landlord came around last night to fix the window (which I believe – on no notice – is against the terms of the agreement) and has issued us with a letter saying that we’ve broken contract by not keeping the house tidy inside and out, and that we have offended the neighbours. The thing is, had he given us the legally required 24 hours notice before coming in, the house would have been tidied. As for the neighbour thing, I’m not entirely sure… but I can believe it. Either way, we’ve been given until Sunday to get the entire place clean and tidy for an inspection, after which our tenancy will be reviewed. So that’s nice.

I was nearly fired yesterday. On Wednesday there was a presentation I had to stay behind an hour after work for. In my haste I did everything I should’ve… except supervise Matt (the temp) putting his till away. As such, I didn’t take my safe key tip home with me, and the key was left in the safe door, which was wide open. Lauren pulled me to one side and said “I’m sorry, but I had no choice but to have phoned head office.”

This annoyed me for two reasons. One, it was only partly my error, but yet – despite the fact that as a 3 month old employee I am still being treated as a senior member of staff – I have to bear the full responsibility, and two, WHY THE FUCK DID SHE HAVE TO TELL HEAD OFFICE? What fucking difference would it have made? Seriously? “Well, if they had ever found out I could lose my job.” They really would never have found out. Yes, it was my fuck up and as far as fuck ups go it was a massive one – but surely the punishment could have stayed between us? The anal retentive attention to detail really fucks me off.

Bruce, the regional manager, was summoned to see me to talk about it. Apparently if he had his way I would be instantly dismissed. He decided instead, persuaded by Lauren, to just document that we’d talked and take it from there. He mentioned about the blue hair incident, about the fact that my sales targets aren’t being met, and that I had a bad attitude on the training course. I saved my job by doing the only thing I knew how: I rolled over and took it like a bitch – even when Bruce said that I need to get a hair cut. Which, like the good little bitch I am, I am to do tomorrow.

Not happy. Quite the opposite. And the one day I really fancied being totally alone I seemed to be surrounded by people; Sofi had friends over etc. Very unhappy day yesterday.
So, the other bread is this: Erm… OK, so I should have put the window thing here so it’d be at least shit on toast. Sadly, I didn’t, and I shall forever regret it.

Also, if you hadn’t heard, DEAD ENDS IS ONLINE and series one will commence from Monday. Go team.

POST SCRIPT

I've just been told I need to find £700 for council tax. I'm buggered.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 5:59 PM  2 comments links to this post

Happenings

Firstly, let me start this blog on a positive note; if you’d just be so kind as to point another, available browser window to www.dead-ends.co.uk, you should be pleasantly surprised. After working intensively for three days, my webdesigner has come up with this rather super design, which will allow me to blog without ever having to suck Blogger’s proverbial cock. Naturally, it was I who chose the colour scheme (if it makes you sick, it works for me) - and of course there is work to be done... such as the entire bulk of the site, images and suchlike. But I saw this prototype, added some Project Wonderment and couldn’t not submit it to your criticisation and praise.

Admittedly, this should have gone online on Thursday, but I forgot to email the entry to myself so couldn’t access it from home (blogger is banned from work PCs). So, this long spiel about my weekend plans hasn’t been seen by any other eyes than mine.

It was my Mum’s wedding on Saturday; she finally married Jack. It was quite nice actually, despite my first thoughts. Lovely ceremony, and I finally gave my mother away. She’s someone else’s problem now. Mwah, ha, ha. But yeah, Sam was a hit with the family, I had a slap up turkey lunch and my mum got me a pocket watch; it’s really lovely – engraved with “Marc: With love from Mum and Jack: 27/10/07”. Really lovely. Reception after that which was your standard cheesy disco fare, and then back to the house.

To be fair, for as much as I didn’t want to go back (I have too much to do with Dead Ends), it was nice having my old house to myself on Sunday (Mum and Jack had set off to Tunisia at around 3am). One thing I will say as a plus point to owning your own home: smoking whilst working at a computer is great. It’s relaxing, you don’t have to go outside, it’s perfect. When I get my dream flat, you’d better believe it’s going to be a smoking flat. Course, naturally it will also have a balcony. Nothing really beats a Manchester skyline at night.

Work today is, for lack of a better word, dull. It’s been alright so far, to be fair. Got a couple of leads for my targets on Thursday, and yesterday I got 81% on my observation – that’s competent to a level 2, 3 or 4 standard; this is brilliant for me and my record given that I’m still not actually a level one until I finish all of my courses. Today Manager Lauren isn’t in, and I’m using that fact for my full advantage – there’s lots to do comics wise and there’s 8 hours in a shift. That alone says that I should be able to at least get the HMTL side of things sorted, at least on Word, and then email it back home.

I also have a bit of a confession… I still haven’t actually pencilled or inked the first comic yet. The one I had done for the first doesn’t really work so well as a first comic, so I’ve transferred that to another date. And to my credit I have written the first comic, I’ve just not actually done any artwork on it. I should work on that sharpish; launch date is rapidly approaching.

On that note, I’m going to get cracking. In a bit, yo.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 9:40 PM  1 comments links to this post

Alt Songs

Does anyone hear any lyrics differently in songs?

Like, in Celine Dion's Heart Will Go On, does anyone hear "Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the hot dogs go on?"

Or "Grim poodle basher" instead of Brimful of Asha?

And Sam just pointed out that Dark Shines from Muse sounds like "Duck shite" when Bellamy screams it in the chorus.

Listen to these - you'll be amazed.

Also, expect a post wedding blog post shortly.

posted by Cos Ryan @ 8:18 PM  1 comments links to this post