My Tree Lily is about to flower at last - I'm sure there'll be a photo of it here tomorrow.
I think I know why I've been in such a bad mood lately - my job.
When I first started working at the newsagent's I told the boss that it was the easiest job I'd ever had. It still is. The reason it's so easy is that all I do all day is stand behind the counter and take payment for papers, cigarettes, sweets and other stuff you would expect to buy at this kind of shop.
What is difficult about that? Nothing. So why should that bother me? Well, it's numbing my brain. I don't have to think too much - it's boring, repetitive work and I don't think I can do it for much longer. As I said a couple of posts ago, I see the same people day in, day out. I know exactly what they are going to buy - it never changes. I seem to be living in a permanent Groundhog Day. It's driving me mad.
My last job was the best. I know it was in a shop but there was always different things to do - goods to price, shelves to fill, things to build up (furniture etc), deliveries to unpack, customers to help. I was always carrying heavy boxes up and down stairs so it kept me fit - I think I've gained about a stone in weight since I left there.
I loved that job. If it hadn't been for two particular members of staff and a spineless manager I would still be there now (yes, I am still bitter about it).
So I'm on the look out for a new job. I'm not kidding myself though, I know it will be very difficult to find anything the way things are at the moment - it took me long enough to find the one I've got. But I'm going to keep trying. In the meantime I'm just going to have to make the best of it and hope that I don't turn into a zombie!
I'm sick of the sight of the shop where I work this week - I lost out on my day off - I like my day off.
I'm sick of seeing the same old people day in, day out.
I'm sick of seeing the sad losers who congregate at the snack bar from 8:30am until 5:00pm every single day of the week. They don't work. They obviously aren't looking for work - how can they be if they're standing at the snack bar all day. They are so sad that they still congregated there when it was closed for a fortnight when the owner went on holiday. I'm sick of them.
I'm sick of screaming kids.
I'm sick of Nobby Knobhead next door, not that he's done anything else to p*ss me off - he just gets on my nerves.
I arrived at work today for my afternoon shift expecting to take over from the attention seeking hypochondriac but she wasn't there - and I'd missed all the drama.
The member of staff that had been working with her this morning filled me in on the drama.
Apparently, mid-morning she started complaining that she had a pain in her back and that she was in agony and could hardly stand up.
A customer who was in the shop at the time said he thought the other member of staff should call an ambulance so she closed the shop and did so.
When the ambulance arrived, the hypochondriac could no longer stand up. One of the paramedics was telling her she was panicking and getting herself into a state to which she replied "no I'm not, you don't know what I've been going through these past few weeks. I'm not panicking."
They asked her if she could walk to the ambulance but she said she couldn't so they had to put her in a special chair and carry her.
Now I'm not saying that she wasn't really in pain but it has been a couple of weeks since there's been anything wrong with her so she hasn't been the centre of attention.
Anyway, she phoned the assistant manager this afternoon - she was supposedly standing outside the hosptal with a drip in her arm as you can't use mobile phones inside the hospital.
Apparently she's got kidney stones and they are going to do some tests on her but she's OK and she'll be at work tomorrow.
Do you believe her? I don't - she's cried wolf so many times that I don't believe anything she says now. I just hope that nobody died while waiting for an ambulance to arrive for them because there wasn't one availabe - it was busy ferrying the hypochondriac to the hospital. I don't suppose I'll ever find out if she was really ill or if it was another of her fantasy illnesses.
Yesterday we went to the Pickering Traction Engine Rally. I wasn't that fussed about going but my other half wanted to go so I said I would.
The showground was massive but it wasn't just traction engines on show, there were classic cars, trucks and motorbikes as well as a big funfair.
As we were slowly making our way round the showground we came to one of the big fairground organs and sitting next to it were three little mechanical characters. I watched them for a short while and didn't notice anything funny about them until Billy said "it might just be my dirty mind but what is the Scotsman doing with his bagpipes?"
It cracked me up when I realised what he was talking about.
Anyway, here are a few photos
Traction engines:
Classic Trucks:
Classic Cars:
In amongst the classic cars was this:
It's a Sinclair C5! Not exactly what you'd call a classic but certainly a blast from the past.
If you would like to see more photos you can click here.
The Wall Of Death motorcycle show was there. I've only ever seen it on the telly so to see it in real life was a bit scary (well it was for me). How on earth do the bikes stay on the wall? They were just whizzing round and round. One of them was doing stunts - I was sure he's fall off but he didn't.
It was a scorching hot sunny day - guess who didn't have any sun cream? Boy, am I paying for it today. One day I'll remember to use the stuff.
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