The weekend is over

I've had a lovely two days off and the escape from work has done me a world of good. Especially considering its tax credit renewal deadline day right now. Yes thats right the phone lines will be jammed right now with panicking fools trying to renew their tax credit claim having left it to the very last sodding minute to do so. Ah the British. What an island of fools we are.

I've spent today during absolutely bugger sweet all. Again getting people out has proved harder than a teenage boy. But today i didnt really attempt to do anything with anyone. At least i've now been paid and have money to drink away again instead of having to be strong the past week (though going out 3 times in 1 week i suppose isnt being strong?)

My bank balance has now been topped up. For how long i don't know but right now i'm loaded and ready for the week ahead. Which includes a weekend of being stuck in work. Yes just as my two day holiday ends and everyone else winds down for the weekend i have the next 4 days stuck in work. I should be annoyed and wound up but at least i have some events coming up to keep me going.

Firstly i have tomorrow night where people are trying to get me out for lyndseys leaving do. Whether i'll go is another thing. I know i'm out saturday for sure for siobhans party. Can i handle two drunk nights out in a row with work the next day at 8am? Sure i can handle one of those nights but two in a row with probably 8 hours sleep over a 60 hour period sure can't be very good for me.

Maybe i'll stay strong this time. Or maybe not.

Monday i'm still in work but i won't care as much because it'll be worth seeing the miserable bastards roll in ready for another week in work and i know i've got the next day off.

Generic worker: "Oh no 5 days in work ahead"
Me: (smoking fake cigar) "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Who needs a woman I say. The above scenario brings me far more pleasure everytime and damn it costs a lot less too.

Now right now i'm gazing out my window and seeing it become suddenly a little bit more dark. Summer is approaching the final straight and the nights are starting to become darker. Before we know it we're stuck in setember looking christmas right up the arse. And the cycle continues again.

I promised myself for this entry i'd save the emotional babble. You know i hate to get emotional and rather keep my entries free and wonderful. I like to teach you about the world of self confessed RoonMeister. I like to teach you a little about yourself and finish off with a sexy conclusion. Recently i've gone down the path of feeling sorry for myself and cryptic remarks. For that i'm eternally sorry.

As for my plans for the night ahead as i contemplate my existence and the week ahead, i will settle down in my army style shorts and flick the tv on. Realise there is nothing on before cursing no one wanting to go. Before i probably return back to the time filler of MSN or is that windows live messenger. Just like everything else in life they had to spoil by corrupting it into something its not. Like what the heck is windows live. I know its made by windows but 'live' what the heck is up with that. Which clever dick got paid a couple of million of pounds for making a shitty slogan and name? I want a job like that. what qualification do you need? A degree in stating the fucking obvious? A degree in picking a random word from the dictionary.

Ah calm yourself young David.

Anyway if you're bored or wanting enlightenment why not watch some californication? Absolutely hands down the tv show of the year. Maybe its because of the drinking, sex and self pity that i see something in that handsome bastard Duchvony. The self loathing writer who doesnt write anything but garbage these days, stuck in a world of pointless existence.

Plus its also very damn funny.

Until next time fans and fannettes this has been your guru signing off from another shift yet again with peace and love to you all.

Heres your thought for the night: Why do we bother?