Between my long and exhausting trips to the library I managed to squeeze in some of the following during my week in Skye: cycling, dog petting, drinking, 24, Eilean Donan & Duncraig castles, a near car crash, stone-skimming, 24, drinking, massage, lighthouse / road trip, Seal Island walk, 24, cow pat premonitions, steak supper, silenced midnight shits, 16 mile cycle with Action Man bike stunt, sittin’ on the dock of the bay, 24, drunken barn dance, a first kiss, shoe sex, highland monsoon, Team America, 18th birthday party, posh meal, caravan pricing, meeting the pa, animal sex conversations and a flat tyre. After a lengthy period of sordid luck with the ladies it was amazing doing couply things again, I still can’t believe I’d almost forgotten how good normal dates and girls were!
With five years of working at Sainsbury’s I’m 95% sure that the best plan would be to get another job soon. The idea of only having had one job between workable age and going into a full-time career sounds a bit rubbish. I’d also like a job that’s more linked with my interests, like in Blockbusters or somewhere – delivering amazing customer service doesn’t really provoke many boners these days. The only downside is that I’d be switching jobs at the most crucial year of university and since Sainsbury’s is something like the 7th best company to work for or something I’d almost definitely be getting a raw deal.
“Seriously, you’re worth way better than a chicken sandwich”, “Someone’s trying to get me to jump ships” & “Mr Jones, wish you were keeping it clean with me, you’re so cool. Please take my hand and never make me drown with you”. Three reasons why using your phone whilst inebriated / drinking Carlsberg (camel piss) / going out with Spencer / conversing with pill-popping dodgers / trying to get off the carousel / watching Japanese zombie-musicals are all bad ideas. Although I finally got my chance at apologising to Jamie for being a total dick to her, which has certainly removed a load of piled-up guilt.
Finished reading ‘Down and out in Paris and London’ which is a totally amazing wee book, definitely worth a few re-reads later in life and although it’s a pretty good insight into a life of poverty and tramping, I still hate beggars. Also getting limbered up for a few acoustic gigs in the next few weeks that I’m totally looking forward to, having not done the whole One True Onion thing for a long time. Leeds is but a week or so away and with the tickets actually arriving it’s all starting to sink in. Finally getting to see Millencolin will hopefully be the highlight, also booked tickets to see the Living End in November… fucking yaldy!
With five years of working at Sainsbury’s I’m 95% sure that the best plan would be to get another job soon. The idea of only having had one job between workable age and going into a full-time career sounds a bit rubbish. I’d also like a job that’s more linked with my interests, like in Blockbusters or somewhere – delivering amazing customer service doesn’t really provoke many boners these days. The only downside is that I’d be switching jobs at the most crucial year of university and since Sainsbury’s is something like the 7th best company to work for or something I’d almost definitely be getting a raw deal.
“Seriously, you’re worth way better than a chicken sandwich”, “Someone’s trying to get me to jump ships” & “Mr Jones, wish you were keeping it clean with me, you’re so cool. Please take my hand and never make me drown with you”. Three reasons why using your phone whilst inebriated / drinking Carlsberg (camel piss) / going out with Spencer / conversing with pill-popping dodgers / trying to get off the carousel / watching Japanese zombie-musicals are all bad ideas. Although I finally got my chance at apologising to Jamie for being a total dick to her, which has certainly removed a load of piled-up guilt.
Finished reading ‘Down and out in Paris and London’ which is a totally amazing wee book, definitely worth a few re-reads later in life and although it’s a pretty good insight into a life of poverty and tramping, I still hate beggars. Also getting limbered up for a few acoustic gigs in the next few weeks that I’m totally looking forward to, having not done the whole One True Onion thing for a long time. Leeds is but a week or so away and with the tickets actually arriving it’s all starting to sink in. Finally getting to see Millencolin will hopefully be the highlight, also booked tickets to see the Living End in November… fucking yaldy!
