On a happier note, this weekend was probably the best weekend I have had in a longtime. After leaving work on Friday I was ready to just sit at home all weekend and rape my PS3 (not literally, it was too expensive for that). I got a text later that afternoon from a friend asking me if I wanted to go out round Sheffield as they had heard what a bad couple of weeks I’ve had, so I thought why not.
Got in the car, raced to Sheffield, only to discover they had been out that afternoon getting drunk; sobered up and now they were exhausted!
Eventually they got their arses in gear but Phil (pictured left) then spent and hour and a half doing his hair, seriously it was like an unfunny joke, he was taking ages.
Meant to be meeting a friend at 9pm, we didn’t even up going out until 11pm, so he had been sat there waiting in a pub for us on his own for two hours. Poor guy.
Then because we had gone out so late, none of us could be bothered to play catch up. Phil wanted to go out a nightclub after the first pub, who goes to a nightclub sober and willingly pays £5 to get in? We ended up going to O2 Academy, where I spotted some hot girl in a nurses outfit, she caught me looking so I looked away, then everytime I tried to have a sneaky glance she was already looking at me.
“What is she looking at?!” I thought, then I thought she’s probably thinking the same thing. We were playing a game of eyeball tennis for a good 30 minutes. The night didn’t last very long after that as we were back for 2am, really disinterested and I had a day of drinking already planned for Saturday so I didn’t want to get hammered anyway.
But still, the amount of women we saw was immense. Even in the kebab shop at the end of the night, you couldn’t move for girls. It’s just a shame that listening to a bunch of drunk girls is like listening to someone scraping their nails down a black board.
The morning after me and Phil had a couple of hours playing Boggle, something I hadn’t played for a good ten years, such an underated game. Then headed over to Chesterfield, the sun had truly arrived in England so I did what anyone does with a convertible car and had the roof down; the second time I’d done so since I bought it!
Driving back from Sheffield with Cinema by Skrillex blasting out full volume with the sun beaming down on you and the wind glazing the top of ones shaven head was one of the best things ever. It’s exactly why I wanted a convertible, I felt like a God driving back.
Then I’d spent Saturday sat in my brothers back garden with the sun frazzling my skin to a crisp, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. Chilling the fuck out. Every other weekend I’ve had when I was working was spent worrying about work on Monday. All I ever did was bring work home with me, even at some moments on Saturday I was worrying about a customers inflatable kayak and I kept having to remind myself that it was no longer my problem.
It was no longer my problem that people weren’t receiving their tents on time, I literally had no worries on my mind for the first time in years. For the first time in months I was in a good place mentally. Even more so when my friend Alex informed me that he’s good friends with the recruitment guy at the broadband provider he works for and that he’s told him to give me a call and offer me a job in sales which I’ll be more than happy to take.
Where he works is a company I’ve wanted to get in to for years, a company that treats their staff right, gives them bonus on making sales. A customer phones up, tells you he wants to sign up, you take his details, bam £10 bonus. Ten calls in an hour, that’s £100 bonus. Someone who works in sales said he gets his basic wage a month, then possibly another £1000 on top of that just in bonus. It’s a very lucrative job.
Not just that you get a free gym, free parking, free internet and phone line. They know how to treat employee’s well and considering I know a hell of a lot of people that work there, I’d fit right in. If I do get a job there, maybe Lisa was right all along and it was the universe correcting itself.
As the sun went down across Chesterfield, my brother and I retired to the living room where we watched Bad Lieutenant which is a very weird film, watched the Eurovision song contest which we came second to last in *slaps head* and just generally drank a lot of alcohol. He went to bed, I watched Family Guy and American Dad until 5am.
Roast pork for dinner on Sunday, fell asleep at half 2 this afternoon, woke up at half 7 at night and now I’m wide awake. But I don’t care, because I don’t have work in the morning. 🙂