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Hey guys and girls, a slight rant or waffle if you will.

I start my days waking up and eating breakfast, showering and brushing my teeth, grooming and putting on products to make me smell nice, get dressed and then that is where your day and mine split. You go to work, I sit at home and switch on the computer. I load up the 15 or so sites for job hunting and I think of new and interesting ways to fill in application forms.

This is my second month of doing this now and I can honestly say that I have come very close to being homeless as I have accidentally spent more money on travel that I was meant to, that is if I have any money in the first place for travel. “Ummm the job center pay for travel you dickhead!” – Thank you random person that will no doubt not read my whole post but comment anyway. Yes they will pay for it, unless you cannot provide proof, or they don’t feel like it or they are having a bad day or they don’t remember to put it through the damn system. To put this into context I have the following make up this month;

£30 over draft, £25 phone bill, £323 rent.

Incoming is £134 twice in a month and £158 once.

dolestreet_1713190cSo take away that from that and you get £49. I have also rounded things up to make it easier. Now £49 for a month of food, toiletries, travel, any new items I should require, for instance new shoes for interviews, shirts, ties, you get the idea. In a world where a loaf of bread can be over £1 to buy I find myself on a diet primarily made up of pasta and something tinned, a diet that makes my body feel lack luster and dull. A body need fresh fruit and veg to function at it’s highest and it is RIGHT NOW I need to be on my “A” game. I’m all up for reducing money from not working, think it’s a good idea but they need to balance it a little. The money situation is now hindering me finding work, which in turn will probably mean I have to sponge off the state for longer, so the reduction in out of work income, in my instance, is useless as I will be taking from the state about as much as I would have been before the changes but now just over a longer time.

There are 100 jobs and 1000 people for each one looking down this way at the moment. Not so much Cardiff but Newport and Bridgend are both doing badly and they are either side of Cardiff and the competition is eminence. Cardiff is become saturated as is Bristol. I am having to look further a field to find work, which is fine, however when you consider that the closest city to me is Cardiff and is around a 8-15 mins train ride away and costs around £6 to get to and back from every single time I want to go there, it kinda makes a longer trip to a further away location either impossible or a toss up between food buying and an interview.

Ok. I get that “As of Q1 2013 UK government debt amounted to £1,377 billion, or 88.1% of total GDP” and that is bad. But you can’t make money, or in this instance get people back to work by simply making people poor. It makes it harder.Nillionaire someone having little to no money

Plus they made the changes for money in one go. so instead of gradually doing it over a year or 6 months so people flowed into work, they said HEY, 3 million people you won’t have enough money to live on unless you find work from……..

NOW GO GO GO. What the fuck did they expect?

My final ranty bit has to do with an E-mail I got yesterday from Mc Donalds. It was an email saying that I was unsuccessful in my attempt to work at one of their stores. I have a feeling it is to do with my age as the application form is not particularly taxing, with multi-choice answers for questions being presented, most of which are something along the lines of;

If an employee said something that offended you, would you, A) Beat the shit out of them. B) Put their face in the fry station or C) try and talk to them or your manager and see if something can be sorted out.

I feel that being in my 30’s now and looking for any type of job does have it’s downsides. I have traveled the world with the British Armed Forces, I’ve been back packing across Europe I’ve lived in Paris, I’ve been called all the names under the sun and I have made my mistakes. So as an employer you can expect someone of my age and up to call bullshit out. If something is wrong we will bring it up, bring it up in a polite and proper way, be that going to the manager to tell them of a leak or asking someone not to repeat something again as it is not appropriate for work etc etc. There lies the problem, they don’t want that, managers don’t want more work, they would rather employ an 18 year old who knows nothing of their rights, nothing of what is really right and wrong and will simply walk away if fired for no reason. I and many others of my “age bracket” and above simply could not and would not tolerate that.

6-things-to-consider-when-you-have-to-cut-back120412_0So to sumerise I feel that I am being put into a tared group of people that does not want to work, I want to work and I actively do everything in my power to do so, but in reality I have to pick and choose which interviews I go to some days, or ring them up and try and change the date and time to a day I am already in that city, mostly this results in me no longer being offered the interview as I am already kicking up a fuss about something that should be easy to do, a view that is sensible and reasonable but yet is something that is sometimes out of my reach to accomplish. Why employ someone when they can’t even travel 15 mins down the road on a given day? Will that person even be able to make it to work for the first month of employment? How reliable is this person if he/she cannot even commit to a simple interview without wanting to change the date and/or time.

I fully expect to not have that bottle of wine in the fridge, to eat cheaper food and to commit my days to filling in forms but when the current infrastructure put in place by the government hinders that, I can only see a prolonged usage of benefits. This money could well be spent on other things in our country, if not in employment or growth but in education, the NHS, maybe even employing someone with the balls to tell the US, “You know what? we are not joining you in this war, costs too much for no return”.

Anyway rant over of a very annoyed and increasingly stressed Phil.

 

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So I find myself here writing again in the very few hours of free time I get at the moment, and there is so much I wanted to write about however it has dawned on me that all games I have recently played are old and have been reviewed, all films I have seen will have been reviewed to death and the whole PS4 or XBOX One debate rages on from dawn until dusk right around the globe.

So since I would like to write about things but want to also cram in so much I think I’ll just touch on everything I have played and watched in the next few posts but just give a straight to the point, no babbling opinion rather than a review, first a few good bits, few bad in a sentence and leave it as that. Think of it as reviews for the TL:DR group 🙂

So here we go.

Monsters University 

muWell it is not proper animation unless it is Pixar animations in my book and MU was no exception. The detail is divine and the  starting short almost had me in tears. The story is well put together and told, characters are loveable and well thought out.  It is arguably not as funny as the previous film however me and my girlfriend enjoyed it so much that we actually found ourselves shouting out at the film at one point.

Little kids or big ones like me? Go see it. It’s not going to write the way we tell stories but what it sets out to do it does very well. Highly recommend.

 

 

Pacific Rim

pacific rimOH Jesus H! What a film. I thought it was amazing, basically because it is a no bullshit film. No pretence that it is anything but a mad CGI filled monster mash. That is the films biggest feature! The sheer cheekiness to throw almost all twist, arching story or any “Oh but it will make it sell” bull shit into the film is an ingenious twist all on its own.  Too many times have I gone to see a film that I need around 4 brain cells to watch, in the hope it will be Pacific Rim and too many times it has trudged through story I don’t give a shit about.

For a day when you just want to watch a ridiculous film with huge set pieces  , go see this, near flawless because it does exactly what it says on the tin.

 

 

This is the End

thisisendA good take on a tried and tested formula from the past. Get a bunch of famous people, put them into a stupidly over the top Scenario  and make them funny.  It is clever at parts, it is daft in others however it goes together well. With a few off bits now and again this is still a solid film and I found myself laughing out loud on more than a few occasions on this film.  If sophisticated humour, class and decency is what you’re looking for then stay well away from this one, if the opposite applies to you then go see it now.

 

 

 

 

Despicable Me 2

disp2An adorable film that is very good to watch. I would not say it is actually that funny but then again I was a little tired when I went to see it. The film does not really link to the first at all, or at least not in may way and I feel this could put some off. Never the less it was an enjoyable film that did make me giggle all the way through. Plus who can’t resist the little minions and their cheeky ways.

 

 

 

 

The Internship 

intershipThis is again is not a film that is going to blow you away. I found its silly houmor good at times however I felt the pacing of the film was just a little slow. I didn’t get bored but felt that at times more could be going on in the film to liven it up just a tad more. Altogether though it is well written and has some very nice touches. It will become apparent that Google paid for 95% of this film by minute 11 of the film however, very heavily advertised throughout, even though the placement in the film is at Google it did see at times if I was being punched in the face with a Google logo.

 

 

 

Now You See Me

nowyouseemeDidn’t know what to make of this film at first and was umm’ing and errr’ing over seeing it. Sat down with am instant scepticism for it and it turned me around. I would love to see this film again with a far more open mind. See if I cannot full give it the go that this film deserves.  The film is clever and intriguing, it draws you in and leaves you wondering how it could be done, just like magic shows themselves. It’s very well put together and expertly told. This film is different, its fresh and I really really enjoyed it.

Give t a go. give it a chance, I don’t think it will disappoint.

 

 

 

Croods

croodsI forgot to mention this before in anything else I have written but it is defiantly worth a mention. It is beautifully made, the visually stunning and the story is quite good. The main reason why I put this up here is simply the fact that not since UP have I cared for an animated character/s so much. I really felt there was peril, love, danger and loss in this film and for an animated film to do that, well it is simply amazing.

Go see it and see if you can stop from gasping or shouting out at the screen 🙂

 

 

 

Well that kind of concludes my little blog today.  I hope you have enjoyed the simplistic review format and non rant like comments. Tell me if you like things this way or would rather full-blown spoiler ridden rants of a review.

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AS THE PICTURE SUGGESTS THIS BLOG POST CONTAINS SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 

So the last blog post was me giving a quick over view of what has been going on in my life since I ‘went dark’ in September last year, these are things that I will write more about in the future. I do know a number of readers of this blog do like gaming articles and also rants that I do.  Now these types of posts are not going to end, in fact I hope to do far more, however I have had an unlimited Cineworld card  and I find myself watching a fair few films a month, so I thought why not do some reviews from my point of view of films I have seen.

6_out_of_10Now lets clear up something before I start my rant, I liked the film, I though the acting was great, the visual effects were amazing, the set designs and costumes, especially on Krypton are fantastically well done and the story was of good quality  I would rate the experience of watching the film as a 6 out of 10. In the next few paragraphs I will try to explain why this film should have been greater than it was.

That brings me nicely to my inevitable rant about Man of Steel, the latest instalment of the Superman franchise from DC Comic entertainment. A re-boot of the MAN-OF-STEEL-man-of-steel-33835377-1024-717franchise that I believe will start a bunch of films off for the Justice League charters, which will eventually combine into a Justice League film, hoping to cash in on the very popular Avengers franchise.  Now I was aware that this film was going to be a re-boot to Superman and was going to be a spring-board for more Superman films and to introduce the world to Henry Cavill as Superman. He plays the character very well and I believe he will make a fine Superman in the coming years.  The actors and actresses and their ability to act is not the problem with this film in my mind. The main problem is the feeling that this film goes on FAR too long, running at 143 mins (2 hours and 3 mins) you’re left feeling like it is a 3 hour plus trawl through the life and times of an almost dead species , the long story of Krypton’s  demise and the sending of Kal-El from his doomed home planet to earth is fairly well done and does not bore , even  if, like me you already know the story of Superman, it’s fact that the film seems to feel the need to baby step you to every single last revelation is the main problem. I know that he has difficult choices, Oh the film does not, here is another snap shot of his past, where as a child he had to hold onto his anger, had to hold on to the fact he is not human, the secret, the mystery, OK film I got it, thanks, Oh no, not finished eh? Yet another reference to THE SAME BLOODY THING AGAIN!

Not only does the film continually churn up the same problems that face Superman with a slightly different clip, it stays at that point in the film for far to long therefore making the film seem long-winded general zod man of steel-1and giving you a sense of ‘Get on with it’.  Possibly the worst part of the film where this is concerned is when General Zod announces to the world that he wants Superman or he will destroy the Earth, Superman surrenders to the human race and voluntarily joins Zod aboard his ship only to be drugged into a dream state, here Superman finds out Zod’s true plans to wipe out the planet Earth and rebuild a new Krypton on top its ruins…… A plot line set in motion when you are informed that Zod has a World Changer, a machine you are told about in the first 30 mins of the film AND later on is a terraforming machine, a WMD of biblical postpositions. Now I don’t know about you, but I didn’t think he had bothered to repair the world machine and bring it untold billions of light years through space for it to be referenced  half a dozen times and not used!   We get it, he is a bad guy.

That brings me on to the next gripe I had with the film, the long-winded action scene that you wait around 1 hour 50 mins for at the end of the film. Oh yes there are other action sequences , however they seem to blend into one, General Zods minions punch Superman, superman flies through several buildings, destroying part of a town, Superman then fights back, rinse and repeat.  After several mins of this Superman saves a human commander of the military forces that are fighting both Superman and Zods forces, the humans then  realise (in a painfully slow scene)  that Superman is a friend and not foe and hence the protection of earth with humans and Superman working together can begin. So now we are at the end, the big final scene, the world-changing machine is  starting to change the world, humans best efforts are useless against the impending doom and buildings fall down left right andworld-machine-destruction centre in the bustling city of New Yo…. sorry Metropolis. Without much effort Superman flies to the other end of the planet and destroys the world-changing device by basically believing he can, flies back to Metropolis and ends up destroying another portion of the city, possibly the same amount of damage done by the world machine by this point simply trying to beat up Zod, finally ending with Zods neck being broken by the mighty arm of Superman. Then that’s it, an end, seemingly uneventful death and end to a film that should have been much more. The whole build up to what this man was going to become is decided by one move by Zod,  the newly acquired powers of ‘laser eye’ try to kill a mother, father and two kids, Superman at this point decides that although he has probably killed hundreds of people by collapsing buildings in the battle between the two of them that this is the final straw, hardly an epic ending in my eyes.

Over all I felt that the film lacked a sense of pace and although I would not discourage anyone from watching it I would just say that I was somewhat disappointed with the end result.

So here we are again, another week over and another blog post being written and now read 🙂  Such a strange thing time, it is always the same, always constant however can seem to move at drastically different speeds, for instance the week leading up to me starting my new job seemed longer than the TWO weeks I have just completed by a mile. How the mind plays tricks on you.

So work, training for two weeks, what a roller-coaster of fun fuelled learning and fun, we have been 19 strong and have gel as a team wonderfully. Everyone of us seems to be energised by the next and our banter, well it bounces around all of us until there is not one dry eye in the room, amazingly good, fun, intelligent and genuine people who I am very happy to say I consider my friends 🙂  Games that include 10 push-ups for saying the word M.I.N.E, a triangle of death that gets put over drinks that then have to be downed and a few other games have thrived within our community and I have thoroughly enjoyed every single moment of our training.

Now unfortunately I cannot go into too much detail about my jobs ins and outs as I do deal with hundreds of personal details of people from around the country every single day, hence I cannot say what systems we use, how it works, what security there is etc etc so apart from being vague I can tell you that if you ring up to purchase something from Littlewoods, Isme, Very or K&Co you now have the chance to talk to me 🙂 Also my job title is Personal Shopper, hehehe love it when companies beef up your title to make it sound far more important and high up 🙂

Anyway how am I feeling about this new fork in my life? Well for one thing I know how I feel about people asking themselves questions and then answering them, bloody hate it and can’t believe I just did it! Idiot Phill!  So no, I digress, I feel nervous as one might expect but also so looking forward to the change. I am not sure anyone here will know what it is like to be a prisoner in your own life, to be constantly reminded that you are accomplishing nothing in your life everyday, every time you open the fridge and there is no food, every time you read on FB or Twitter how that dinner out last Thursday that you were not invited to was awesome, how great that film was, while you sit in an empty house literally talking to yourself, laughing at your own jokes and telling yourself off whenever you feel a little down, well that is slowly coming to an end. In six days time I get my first pay check and admittedly I have a lot of debt and backed up bills to cover from it but I will have a cash flow, a chance to socialise a chance to live again amongst the people of this world, a chance to finally start a fresh.

This feeling of liberation is so overwhelming that I find myself taking a step back and pinching myself to make sure I am not having a horribly twisted and cruel dream. To most a pop down to the local restaurant or cinema is nothing, something you do on a whim, not I, for the last 19 months I have been NO WHERE at all and so from that I hope you can glean just a slight glimpse of how important this new job and this new life is to me. I run at this job with open arms, a smile on my face and beside me are these fantastic new friends I have made along my journey.   Thanks go out to everyone that didn’t give up, everyone that is still around me to this day Cheers guys couldn’t do it without ya all 🙂

As a side note thank you to my good friend Franki who helped out with a little money so I can continue to eat this week until payday 🙂 Comes to something when a relationship from the past comes and lends the helping hand to plug the gap the job centre leaves in its wake of  bureaucratic red tape bullshit!

So this is going to fairly quick and straight to the point as a lot has happened to me in the last week;  however all of it (apart from last nights massive piss up) has been within my new work and lets face it, unless you’re with me, there in work, you ain’t going to give much of a shit about the ins and outs of it lol.  It will just come across as boring twaddle. 🙂

So working for a company called Serco, a massive company spanning many world-wide locations and providing service for everything from the Large Hadron collider at CERN, the UK’s Interdependent Nuclear deterrent right through to looking after the parking meters in Chicago Illinois.  So where do I fit in? Well you know when you ring up for Littlewoods, Isme, Very or K&co to place an order, well you now have a chance to get through to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 🙂  Only inbound calls as I have a soul and cannot face doing cold calling ever again in my life!

So two weeks of training before I am let out to ravage the world of customer service and ordering, and I have to say that I have LOVED every minute of it.  The people in our group are all good-natured, great fun, mature when they need to be and all incredibly hard-working with a pinch of bat shit crazy in them all. It’s great I can feel myself around these people and I am considering them my friends as of now really. Just a great bunch of guys and girls that really do make you feel at home 🙂 On top of the great group I find myself in I also feel alive again, gone are the days of dullness, of sitting at home wondering where the next meal was to come from, gone is the worry, gone is the feeling of being completely useless, a rag-tag tramp of a man scraping through life in a gutter, no no no, ALL feelings washed away, I feel great, feel like I am part of something and have a passion to become better; a fire has defiantly been lit under my ass, propelling me skywards into the upper echelons of  greatness.  Now it has to be said that at the heart of all of these new and exciting feelings flooding my body, mind and soul at the moment is the training staff we have.  They simply make me smile when I walk in and see them, an awesome amount of respect goes of to our trainers but also a massive amount of fun is had with them too. Simply magnificent and I love the trainers and my group to bits.

And in other news….

So two bits of news away from working is the somewhat devastating fact that I have lost the court battle to see my son. Sadly my own father (Now know as “Who the fuck are you, piss off”) testified against me and this has given the social services the ammunition they needed to tip the whole thing in their favour. I had this news the Friday before I started at Serco so I have not really had time to properly think through this,  maybe I am just hiding from it a little as it has totally destroyed my hopes and brought my worst fears right up in front of me as far as this situation goes. I have been given permission to send him 3 letters a year, Christmas, Easter and his Birthday, 3 letters for a child I looked after for the best part of 2 years. All I can do is work my ass off, pay of this court debt of 4k and save for the next try. 3rd of October is when I and my legal team will retract our wish for my right to see Seth officially.

That shitty news brings me to my last point (a little more smiles in this one)

I have started another blog up at http://foryouseth.wordpress.com/ for my Son Seth. This will be updated on a semi regular time frame. I have had no time what so ever to come to terms with me not seeing my son until he is in his teens but I have had today to know that I need to preserve something for when that day comes. After 13 years of not knowing me I need something for him, something he can read about me and my life just in case he does not want to talk to me in person and I think that will be a great idea.  You’re all more than welcome to read it although it is only really aimed at a person years down the line from now.

Anyway just so you lot don’t end up sad reading this I have added this picture. Any time you feel down, just remember things can always be worse…..

 

And welcome back one and all.

So as promised to myself and you it is the weekend and I have been adding to this all week and now it is ready 🙂 So lets re-cap on where we left in the last post

So I have made the choice to take the long shot, turn down a job and go for the harder to get, longer to achieve job that I felt in the long-term would provide me with more of a future than the small cafe that I was guarantee a job in.

So we return to the action as I walk into the college in Bridgend town on a Friday afternoon some 2 weeks ago now, nervous and sweating and slightly out of breath I look down at my watch to find I am 40 mins early! I approach the information desk to a woman who seemingly knows nothing at all of the course, further more cares even less that  I am even there let alone in need of assistance. Instead of calling for help she suggests I try G block as that (and I quote) “Has lot of computers, n has people in it”. Thanks for nothing, try smiling next time too!

I enter G block and quickly find my room; a tall man with a friendly face looks down on me as I introduce myself as Phill, shaking his hand and finding out his name is Max I ask if he needs help with the tables he is moving around, accepting my help with a slight grin we set about making the room ready for the others, other people who will be in this story just for the beginning, some just on odd days and a few whom I now consider friends slowly start to walk in.

Everyone of the people now sitting around me are all unemployed, all looking a little unimpressed and all weary of each other, each probably wondering what the next is, “Is this really worth our time”.  In walks Max from popping outside and announces that we start this course on a Friday as it helps keep people to come back on Monday; quick speaking,  full of jest and right to the point, I got the distinct feeling that this was a guy telling the truth, a guy who could be a good laugh but says it how it is, a guy I can really relate to. As the day progresses we get taught about the company, about what we will do and what the company does, what we will be doing through the course and how much fun it will be.  These explanations are absorbed by all but as the questions for him are opened up to the floor the look goes around the room to each other, who is going to ask the question? Who is it going to……. “Is this only inbound call centre job or do with have to ring people and bug them?” asks a man I now know as Marc. Without  missing a beat Max reassured us that this is inbound only, proper customer service and not sales, “Well now I am in” I thought to myself.

We wrap up and prepare for the next two weeks after we meet Jo, our tutor for the course.

After the weekend we go back to the course and as expected  fewer people have shown up, those that are remaining  range from the loud and brash [Like me] to the shy and introverted.

Over the next week we learn to come out of our shells, or in the case of some (Yes I was one) to control that urge to make the silly joke at the wrong time. We learn to write how Serco want, talk like Serco want and produce a CV like a Serco professional, all of this paperwork is then done, dusted and sent away over the week ready for the second week of  team building exercises.  Over the week we all got close and 2 times had a few drinks and a good laugh in the local pub. Melding together as a unified and structured unit we felt ready for the challenges of the next week.  Well were we ready for the second week?!  Blazing through it and having so much fun whilst doing it that we totally forgot what this was all for, totally forgot the importance of a job, of money, of a normal life once more, a life devoid of counting pennies to eat, a life without fear of being reduced to nothing but a shell of a man walk, sleeping and living on the streets.

The second week was a wash with colour, presentations and nerves of standing up amongst ourselves and presenting something we had contributed to, I was told to be a little less the leader as I started to storm in front of some others and my natural leader/people person persona oozed through, growing in confidence every day. Urged on by this new-found lust for life I continued to excel at  mostly all of the exercises and in fact have just written something that you have just this min read that is all about bigging me up, a trait that the British seem to hate doing, we far prefer to self deprecate rather than stand up strong and proud and yell “I am fucking awesome”.  This trait has only really been taught to me in the last 2 weeks and I will continue to use and cherish this part of me as why the hell not, I am amazing and you know what, so are YOU!

So having bought my A game, smashed the 2 weeks open with a sledge-hammer I get to Friday, the day of the first interview. The interview is on the phone and has to take place in a dimly lit library which is only acceptable via an elevator as it is not meant to be being used at all. One by one the people go down and come up with tails of how nice and relaxed it is, how easy they found it thanks to the course and how I and others will “breeze through it”. Well nerves at a maximum I take my seat and wait for my turn the phone rings and a sense of relief comes over me as an attractive sounding 20 something voice gently asks what my name is; over the next 15 to 20 mins my mind is a blur with questions about my past, present and future, about the company and how I deal with different situations.  A giggle here, a giggle there and I realise I am flirting a little with the interviewer, something I always end up doing in person as that is just me but now is such a huge relief to be happening now that I let out an audible sigh of relief  which I quickly explain is not me passing wind but rather the tension and stress of what I thought this experience to be ebb away.  After what I can only describe as a nice chat I put the phone down, let my body relax and slide down the seat into a heap of relaxation and thankfulness that this ordeal is now over; picking myself up from the seat and heading back upstairs I cannot wait for the outcome the next day, the final word on whether I am through to the next stage of interviews or like so many others will slip back down into the gutter of society to never been seen again by employer eyes.

Well the time came and went, booze at the local pub was drunk and all had a good time, no phone call in sight! How well had we all done? Did I get through? Did I manage to secure myself through to the second and last stage of the interview process?

Find out next wee………………….. Na only shitting you, YEA I DID!  Smashed it. Then a week later I smashed the interview in Cardiff ; two days later finding out by Phone that I got the job.  Not only did I get the job I was put in for the second tier, so I am fast tracked through into my personal pole position and right off the bat I earn more an hour than the others! I could not be happier!  The guy on the other side of the phone had to wait as I literally shouted down the phone “THANK YOU SO MUCH”, with a giggle and a “You’re welcome” we each put down our phones, him to continue working and me to loudly (and badly) sing while jumping around the house with a little air guitar thrown in too.

So that’s what has been going on. I sit here writing  to you now 8 days away from starting a brand new job, starting a brand new life and I have so many ideas, so many good things I want to do and so many memories of awesomeness to conjure up over the coming years in this new career. The last year of being selfish and only thinking of myself and my Son have finally started to pay off, finally started to get me out of this rut, finally less than 6 months away from total bankruptcy I find myself in floods of happy tears, jumping around the house butt naked, singing……

Know that this job is not for nice things, not for a better living for me really, it’s all about things that matter, things that you can’t buy, experiences that I and other are missing out on. I can buy the new TV and nice couch after more important things have been done.  Next on my list is pay off debt and continue to fight for my son, I have a well paid job, I can soon afford to throw money at the best lawyers and start the fight back at my ex, to smash her useless defence to the ground and regain what is right, what is needed and what is the best for my son.

Stay tuned,  in a short time you will see me hit maximum momentum that not even the ugliest, twisted and utterly bullshit defence lawyers will be able to stop. God help any mofo that gets in my way now that phase one of  Operation “Life back” has been completed 😀

Awesome times are coming I can feel it already.

So hello once again one and all.  I do apologise to anyone who has been waiting on an update after my rather brash, bold and altogether awesome news filled update a few weeks past.  I have not died or become depressed I simply have not had time to write and when I have had time the internet was not working, that is justthe way of things I guess 🙂

Anyway I am here now and I have a few hours spare on this sunny Sunday afternoon. The gentle warm summer breeze lapping at me through the window to my right and a house devoid of life. No sounds, no shouting, no cooking, mashing, smashing, washing, drying, no TV no music just me, the sound of a summers day and the clippaty calpaty  of the keyboard 🙂

So the job with food is unfortunately a no go. No no please hold off from the sad faces just yet, as I did actually get it. Later on the same day as writing my previous blog post I was offered the job but as with all things (like buses) you wait for one forever and a day then two come at once.  I was given the opportunity  to go on a two week interview course for a company called Serco, a public services company that is expanding through the internet and requires more people.  SO my options at this point were;

Accept the job with cafe at only 24 – 30 hours a week with no progression, which is however very close and in walking distance and is something I like to do, know how to do and am good at,

OR  

Throw all caution to the wind and go on a 2 week interview course, attend a phone interview at the end then if I get through head to the capitol for another interview and if I get through THEN start 5 weeks training.  Spend around £1000 a year on getting back and forth to work BUT have huge progression possibilities and a contracted 40 hours a week.

Now I could not attend the course and work in the cafe; also the option to hold off on the cafe job until this other job with Serco was either a yes or no was unavailable so I had to make a choice, I had to do it by the next day at 9am and so I went home. Home to relax, put my feet up and scribble out some ideas, some needs, some prospects, a nice quiet and peaceful place of my own, of course this was the very night my house mates decided a party until 3 am was the best course of action (for them). However after much thought through gritted teeth, loud music and people having sex on the lawn I came to my conclusion…….

So sat in the house that night with the floorboards vibrating, the sound of screaming, shouting, giggles, glasses smashing, the fridge and freezer door being slammed shut every few mins, the distinct droan of shit dance music plus the horrid retching sound of the one that always drinks too much I realised that I had to go for the Serco job, had to earn sensible, good money and do it in a timely manner as staying in this box room for much longer was going to lead to murder and being in a smaller, more confined room called a cell 😛

So the next day after having gingerly told the cafe manager that I was refusing her kind offer I headed into the first day of my two weeks experience…………….

 

Join me next week for what my two weeks entailed.

  • Friends
  • Work
  • Tears
  • Music
  • Commitment
  • Down and outs

Just some of next weeks words I can think will fit in very well with the next instalment.

I’ll hopefully see you next weekend 1st/2nd September 2012.

I am going to make a concious decision to put a new blog post up every week on either a Saturday or Sunday, that way I can write a little bit each day then publish it, I have realised that it will be better to get into an organised routine now then when I get the job and I have more stories to tell I will have it all set out and ready to go 🙂

To all my readers remember………………………………………………………….