fuck me, what a couple of days this has been. up at the crack of dawn this morning to get in. I had a pint in the pub last night, mainly because I just felt depressed that someone could unload such a shit piece of work on me. That and trying to figure out what to do. Decided to redo from scratch. even though it is obviously a 3D object I think it's easier for me to just paint it all up from scratch as the client wasn't happy at all with the previous effort. somewhat understandably. The sun was just about up when I set off, a gorgeous lurid orange colour. shining low and through the remaining leaves on the tree, it looked very pretty indeed. Got in and started working and I'm now at a stage where I'm thinking 'Graeme, you know what, that is fucking ace, all things considered'. I still have hods of work to do but I'm very pleased with my efforts so far, I hope the client is when they eventually get sent it. Unfortunately it meant the lad who did the first effort had to see me starting from scratch. Pleeeeaaassssseee, just say nothing, sit down and get on with your own stuff. does he? does he fuck, taps me on the shoulder while my headphones are on and starts asking why I'm doing it from scratch. i resisted saying 'because it's FUCKING SHIT' even though it did spring to mind. I had to reassure him and all that shite. Too much of a drip. He apologises and says anything he can do let him know. Bit late for that really, you could have maybe done a half-decent job in the first place like. So I'm fille dwith optimism right now, the client had said if it still wasn't decent by friday they would send 2 of their advertising 'creatives' (i.e. braying, know-nothing cunts) to sit behind me as I work. Like that will help.
Too many peas, sorry 'petis pois' according to the packaging (fuck off), in this rice.
Is it just me that really, really hates peple not drying their hands after leaving the toilet? I fucking HATE grabbing door handles that are wet. I know logically it isn't piss or owt and only water but it still make sme think 'urgh'. Drives me crackers. Had to take a piss but toilets were quite busy, lad from work at the mirror next to the urinals and someone in one of the traps. I panic and plump for the trap, just to have a piss in peace without any fucking chat, which is just weird when I'm having a wee. There's skid marks on the bowl and the cistern is still refilling. I am now standing in the fetid, shitty air created by my co-worker. I'm technically breathing in particles of his shit. But I'm committed ot my choice now. don't retch, just piss and get out.
i accidentally kicked a loose stone onto a Rover 25 while walking to waitrose. No damage done.
Why do people fucking whistle eh? Why why why why why WHY?! It's an annoying noise that is in no way enjoyable to listen to, and in 99% of cases, does not resemble a tune in any form. I could hear the fella in the supermarket whistling from 2 aisles away. What a cunt.
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