What’s Going On?

racingIs it Monday already? Wait scratch that, is it nearly June already?! Where the hell has the time gone? I know I’ve been lacking on the posts as of late but then again these days that seems to be the norm.

Aside from my Britain’s Got Talent posts I haven’t been writing much of anything else, just a usual case of work tiring me out that much mentally that I just can’t bring myself to write anything. I still haven’t even touched that novel I wrote in November, what a loser.

Still I thought I’d take some time out of my busy schedule considering I’m off work today and just see what’s up every one recently. As you have already seen I posted a Britain’s Got Talent post earlier, no doubt you’ll be glad when it’s over so I can write about decent stuff again but worry not I wrote a Music Monday (gasp) which’ll be posted later.

Hard to believe I’ve been at this job for 8 months now, the time has certainly gone by quickly yet it feels like I’ve been there longer. While I still voice* my opinions when I don’t agree about something it’s still probably one of the best jobs I’ve had and as we all know I’ve had some fucking jobs in my time. Packing glasses comes to mind. That was a low point of my life; all I got out of that was an addiction to pain killers.

I’m now at that point at my work where I’m no longer the guy asking a question about what to do every five minutes, people are now asking me what to do. They look to me for the answers which is very strange to me, especially when those people have been there for years, some more than half a decade and they’re asking me, who hasn’t even been there a year what to do. How can they not know everything in over five years? I’ll tell you why, because they’re idiots. One person particularly comes to mind, some crazy old bint that spents all of her off time collecting Barbie dolls.

As I also mention later on someone was actually getting that sick of the job that he started just hanging up on customers half way through the call, he eventually got caught and suspended; then proceeded to go home and try and kill himself. The last thing he did was send out a suicide note text message just saying the usual “I love you all I hope you all find love and happiness” etc etc and that it was his choice; I was totally oblivious to this at the time and text back asking him if he had the AIDs. Imagine if he had died and that was the last thing he’d ever read. But he just took an overdose of some pills and then had his stomach pumped now he’s all better… well not mentally but you know.

I said to ’em at work, if I ever decide to kill myself I wouldn’t send out some attention seeking text message like that, you’d just find me hanging from a ceiling somewhere with a note pinned to my chest just saying, “It’s all your fault” then whoever found me would feel really guilty because that’s the kind of bastard I am. Mwaha.

The jobs going alright though, I still get stressed, especially when the people I’m talking to don’t have the first clue how to use a computer yet their job requires them to use one. They should just go and be a cleaner somewhere or something. I did apply for an Out Of Hours (basically nights and weekends) position for another account which would have bumped up my yearly wage by about £7000, and while they told me I did excellent in the interview and that I’m a brilliant worker especially for the length of time I’ve been there (I can’t help having a high IQ) I didn’t get the job.

I couldn’t help but think it was a case of who you know and not what you know in that situation as the two guys that did get the job were close friends of the manager. Total bullshit if you ask me, the two guys that did get the job even said I should have got it but whatever, maybe I’ll get it next time… If I don’t get myself fired by then hah!

Apart from that and going to Newcastle for yet another stag party doing endurance Kartin coming 5th out of 12 teams and later losing £255 in a casino after four hours betting on roulette there isn’t much else to report.

I’ve noticed that for some reason my followers have steadily increased over the last week or so, don’t be afraid to say hello; unless you just followed me so I’d follow you back which won’t work with me so you may aswell unfollow me now and save yourself some time. Unless you actually speak to me then I’ll consider it. And if you’re hot, it’s almost a guaranteed follow back because I’m a sex deprived pervert.


*yell until at least next door can hear me.


Author: 'Ard Pete

Hey everyone, my names Pete, friends call me 'Ard Pete because... well, I'm well 'Ard. Currently in Chesterfield, England, currently working as an I.T. Technical Lead for BT Business and Public Sector; it sounds more glamourous than it is but I'm a dab hand with Microsoft products. I enjoy television, mainly any Star Trek, all of Stargate, Lost, anything Joss Whedon has produced, 24 and House. Favourite music includes; Mumford and Sons, Jason Mraz, Eminem, Chris Cornell, Ludovico Einaudi, Goo Goo Dolls, Muse, 30 Seconds To Mars basically a wide variety of anything that's real, I hate dance, trance and anything like that, I don't consider that to be music. Not much of a sports guy, I like Professional Wrestling, Mixed Martial Arts, Boxing, I can watch Football but only when I'm forced to watch it. Favourite author is Terry Pratchett, favourite film is Armageddon, favourite comedian is Lee Evans, favourite idiot is Karl Pilkington, favourite game is GTAIII, if there's anything else you wish to know, don't hesitate to ask. I'll more than likely not be busy.

16 thoughts on “What’s Going On?”

  1. I’ve missed you Pete. That goes without saying. I’ve been barely blogging myself, these days. Just taking a little breather. I think I need the time outside in the sunshine. It was a long cold God awful winter for me as you know. It feels good to get outside and feel alive again.
    I’m glad your job is going so well. Of course people who’ve been there for years are asking you questions. I would. 😀 Seriously, it’s probably the cute girls trying to get close, right? You can be honest. Unless there are no cute girls… then that’s no fun.

    You lost 255.00 at a casino? Pete! Walk away next time you’re up. That’s the only way. Never let them get the best of you. I wish I had been there to steer you out and instruct you to step away. 🙂 Actually, I probably would have been there with you losing just as much money! haha!

    It’s always good to catch up and know what you’re doing. Lily and I continue to talk about the idea of going over for a visit. One of these days… xoxo

    1. Haha you know me too well Lisa, there’s quite a few hotties at work I wouldn’t be working there otherwise, there’s nothing worse than working in a sausage fest! Imagine if I worked in a sausage factory with nothing but men that’d be the worse job ever. It’s always good to take a break from blogging every now and then aswell, then you can come back refreshed. 🙂

      I lost £50 within 10 minutes at the casino then managed to make it all back and make £200 and I should have walked away then but I was drunk, tired and greedy and wanted more. Before I knew it I was 55 sheets down before I decided to call it a night. I just need to stop going in those places full stop.

      Any time you decide to come to England I shall be here ready and waiting! 😀

  2. I want you to kill yourself just so you actually can do your suicide plan you have. I think my suicide note would say “Don’t turn around” and it might scare whoever finds me into never turning around and being stuck looking at my suicide boner.

    1. Haha yes! Or my note could just say something like “I can’t believe I’m a clone.” then maybe they’d think there was more than one of me knocking about.

  3. Lol I was wrongly laughing at your AIDS comment to that guy and then his stomach pumped and then laughing at your suicide plan. Awesome.

    That’s so great that you’re a pro at your job! I would love to have that feeling of people coming to me for help (if I had a job…) but I’m always the question asker when it comes to working..hah.

    1. For all I know he could have had AIDs, he certainly looked the type that’d get them so it could be a legitimate question. Unfortunately he was just a mental.

      You’re allowed to be the question asker because you have a pretty face, I have to work towards people wanting to speak to me haha!

      1. Aww thanks Petey. Naww a handsome bloke like yourself? I bet all the ladies love ya! Plus, you have a great sense of humor so you’re the full package!

  4. Glad to see how things are going, Pete. You more than likely are right on the promotion–nepotism rules the workplace far too often.

    I want to hear more about Barbie Lady. Remember, don’t let any of them know you blog!

    1. Well! She’s just straight up crazy. Obviously being her age and collecting Barbies is crazy enough but also when it rains she leaves her car at home and walks to work to save the car from getting wet, if she drives to work and it happens to rain in the day then she’ll be worrying all day about her car rusting, on the rare occasion she does drive and she starts at say half 9, she’ll get to work two hours early to get a parking space where she can see her car from where she’s sat.

      She’s started work at 6am before along with me and I’ll get there about 5:45 and she’ll just be stood there in the dark staring at her car, which I could understand if the car was decent but it’s some shitty little thing that can probably barely get over 70mph. She hasn’t bought any new clothes in years, she has a blue shaul(?) thing that goes over your shoulders that she bought 20 years ago, it just looks like a blue rug. One day it was raining heavily in the morning so rather take the car and risk getting it wet she came to work in bright orange plastic over-trousers.

      She’ll book weeks off to go on holidays on her own then cancels them at last minute because she can’t be bothered, I don’t actually think she’s ever had a boyfriend let alone had sex, I think she’s in her mid-50s n all! Plus she’s been there five years and still doesn’t know what she’s doing half the time, I wouldn’t have to worry about her reading this as I doubt she has a computer at home. Mentalz.

      1. Be careful what you say about 50 year old women, whippersnapper. ☺

        The rest of it sounds so sad, really. Maybe you can buy her Barbies a Ken doll, and she’ll be your friend.

        Yeah, I giggled.

        1. Oh don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being 50, there’s just something wrong with being a 50 year old virgin. Not even Steve Carrell can match that shit. She has two Ken’s she said, they must feel like right pimps.

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