The most exciting thing that’s even happened recently is Eleanor dying (which turned out I’d vastly over estimated the damage) and replaced her with Cecilia. (These are cars by the way in case you’re wondering if I’m in the sex trafficking trade or something.)
Thoughts crossed my mind about just giving up blogging altogether and just stalking all my favourite blogs but I will no doubt either get fired or screwed over in some way some time soon and I shall still need my outlet for my anger.
Saying that, works going pretty well at the moment, well I say “well” I just mean I still have a job. Lots of people on my team have left/been fired making it more difficult as it often means we’re answering call after call after call and I’m meant to be getting trained up on a different team where I take less first line calls and deal more with user accounts and access to various things. Though until we get more staff that’ll more than likely have to wait but the good news is they may be making me permanent soon which is great as I haven’t had a permanent job in nearly two years!
Speaking of people leaving though, the point of this post is to try and help me piece together Saturday night. A few of the girls that work at my place had left all around the same time so we had a big leaving night planned with dinner and drinks afterwards. The girl who convinced everyone to go to a Thai restaurant ended up not coming due to some poor excuse about her car breaking and having to spend her money fixing that. (Hello! I’ve just spent 1500 on a new car and I’m still out!)
I’ve never had Thai food and being the man that I am didn’t want to try any of it either so I picked the only decent thing on the menu, steak and chips.
After the meal they handed out those boiling hot wet clothes that you’re meant to cleanse your face with, which ended up in a war throwing them at each other between the two tables we’d occupied. Then I started sticking things up my nose. Bet the staff were glad to be rid of us!
We then paid up and headed out to some pubs; it was the first time since probably London back in December where I had a proper night out drinking and the first time in years I went out around Chesterfield, safe to say it’s still as shit as its ever been. But it was the first time a bunch of us from work had gone out since I was there so it was pretty awesome.
Quote of the night goes to one of my team leaders, “Pete, every photo from tonight’s been shit. Either because you’re in it or because you’ve taken it!” Too be fair I was pulling the classic Pete face in almost every photo.
The original plan was to have a few drinks then drive home safely as my car was at a friends just outside the town centre, but I ended up having loads of drinks and planning stop a girls house then drive home in the morning. I think it was around 1am when my friend Greg bought me a shot which was labelled “Vodka” but had the ever so slightest taste of battery acid when things started to get a bit fuzzy.
The girl whose house I was meant to be crashing at said she wanted to go soon, I remember having no cigarettes and no cash so thought I’d go to the cash machine, get some cash then find a shop on the way home, there’s bound to be somewhere open at that time right?
It’s been awhile where I’ve been ill from alcohol and it’s probably the first time ever where I haven’t actually remembered all aspects of the night before. I remember going towards a cash machine, ending up in a car park throwing up all over the place like a tramp, having a sit down next to my own sick to take a breather then staggering in the middle of the road towards my friends house where my car was thinking “tonight is the night I’m going to die”. My car was probably a mile away from where I was and it was around 2am so there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the road.
The next thing I know, it’s 6am and I’m waking up shivering and wet through from the snow (Snow! In March!) inside my car with the window wide open with an unlit cigarette in my mouth, where I even got that from I don’t know as had I previously stated; I had ran out of cigarettes.
I don’t recall actually finding my car or getting inside or putting my keys in the ignition to open the window to smoke the mysterious cigarette. When I woke up my throat felt raw, my mouth dry and my head throbbing. I lit the cigarette as it seemed the right thing to do, smoked it and drove home, stripped off and collapsed into bed where I stayed until half three this afternoon.
Waking up to a load of texts and Facebook messages from people asking me where I was. My mother asking me why I had lipstick and sick down my shirt which I’d left nonchalantly next to the washing machine.
Safe to say it was a mental night, dreading work tomorrow because there’s bound to be some stories and there’s gonna be at least someone I’d offended that night.
What impresses me more is how when you’re battered, your body just goes into auto pilot and takes you where you need to be to feel safe, i.e. my car.
One of the texts I’d got; “Awesome night last night, same time in a couple of weeks?!”