Hello there,
Finally have some time for an update. Have been doing a job (as mentioned) for total cunt of a client. They have been a horrible client, in all ways. On Friday they came back with 'comments' that were just abusive. Some double-barreled name harridan is possibly the most vile person I've ever encountered. She said in her quite disgusting mail that she dreaded to think what her boss would think. Well, her boss came back and was a nice fella about the changes he wanted doing, he was actually quite pleasant. My boss asked if I could work the weekend but at the moment I'm not prepared to do that, I need decent resting time for the sake of my health, my health will always come first. He was really nice and understanding and said he'd sort it out. Unfortunately they made massive changes over the weekend so he's been in all night a couple of times. I bought him a bottle of wine to say sorry. He's had more total concept changes today which will be loads of work. But of course the cow is denying that she asked for it like it is now in the first place. My boss ended up having to tell her to shut the fuck up the other day. She been terribly rude with people who are even just answering the phone. We were talking about how we would just like to say 'ok then, stick your advert up your arse, bye' then watch her come groveling back as she has to have an advert for their clients. Don't think I've ever encountered an agency like these people. We've dealt with some cunts in the past but nowhere near as bad as these people. I just don't get why you would be like that, it isn't likely to get the best out of the person you are dealing with. I try to keep to that myself in all areas of my life, I just don't think it gets you anywhere being cunty to some poor sap over the phone, be they working with you, providing your car insurance or whatever.
Why on the Holland and Barrett Tv adverts have they chosen a woman with a boss eye to be on it? I'm not saying boss eyed people should be locked away or owt but it's just off putting on an advert. Your brain gets in to a tizz thinking 'is she looking at the camera or not?'
I had a fairly enjoyable weekend, had a trip down to brighton and finally spent the book voucher teh missuses parents had got me for christmas (the waterstones in Brighton is always very good).
Finished my John Wheeler autobiography, it was interesting reading, didn't take me long to get through it. Have started on another Paul Davies book 'the 5th miracle - the search for the origin and meaning of life'. The title is misleading, he isn't suggesting life was a miracle or owt. But when you read in to detail about all the workings of DNA, RNA, proteins etc, it is pretty fucking amazing all the same. He writes with such wonder, I really enjoy his books, I've ordered two more which only leaves a couple after that to read.
I'm itching a bit of late which is a signal that the liver isn't so clever. It's fucking irritating when you are constantly itching. Plus, it is naturally a little worrying. I'm off to see a liver specialist at Kings Hospital on Monday which I'm not looking forward to. He'll probably jut try and get me to try again at the pills that made me ill on holiday. Which I'll do. All this has just gone tits up since I've had dealings with doctors, I was ticking by just fine before they interfered, wish I hadn't bothered being seen in a way, although equally I do realise I need it. I've wanted to say to my gut consultant that I don't want any drugs, I want to be kept a check on by the hospital but I don't want to trya ll the drugs that have never really worked for me (well, the ones without the horrid side effects. still no sign of losing the weight I gained from the steroids over amonth after I stopped taking them. Well, tell a lie, I've lost 2 pounds. I don't look bad with the extra weight, i almost suit being a little bit more burly, but it's annoying that I can't wear most of my clothes, specifically trousers.)
I saw a man walking along with a big lump of snot on his moustache the other day. Just sat there, this git big globule. I suppose when it isn't on the skin it is harder to detect. Wonder if he did all his chores that day then got home, looked in the mirror and thought 'ahhh, fucking hell!' as the retrospective embarrassment comes in. |
