Got away on time this AM…almost, by the time I’d got into all of my cycling gear it was 7:10 but then I was away and the ride home was fairly pleasant. Arrived home and showed off my cake and vodka got the usual boring lecture about drinking too much. I wish they’d let up sometime and they say I nag (more on that later).
After Nat had left Deb departed too with Hannah in tow and dropped her at school. I got myself a beer and sat down at the PC to do??? What I didn’t do was follow up and finish creating the blog I’d started, on Tumblr, earlier that morning, so, something else for my never to do list to do. Watched the wonderful JK Show, as chavy as usual, drunk my miniature of vodka and went to bed. The vodka’s narcotic effects went to work rapidly and I slept for most of the day. If I’d known what was coming I’d have remained asleep. Came down stairs at 6:00pm to have dinner and yet again had to mention to Nat that, as usual, he wasn’t doing his blog entries…he’ll fuck up his exams big time if he doesn’t buckle down and sort out this writing problem, this is something I know from Bitter Personal Experience. I wasn’t being heavy but yet again when I looked to his Mother for support, as usual, she turned it back on me instead of presenting a united front. I’m utterly fucking sick of this, every fucking time instead of support I get shafted. I’d had enough and left the room to get dressed for work and get out of the fucking place as quickly as I could. I’m sick of making the effort and I don’t think I can be bothered to be bother for much longer. It’s like trying to get Hannah to watch educational programmes eventually, after seemingly endless attempts to spark her interest, you just give up. This is going to have some nasty consequences for Nat however because we made a deal, if he did his blog we’d pay for his skiing trip. Well he hasn’t kept to his side of the bargain so why the fuck should I keep to mine. Maybe it’s time he met the real work where you get fuck all for fuck all. What’s the point of making a promise if the person you’ve made it to has to spend all their time trying to get you to keep it? Deb appears to believe she knows everything, even though I’m the person who’s had to live with the consequences of Dyspraxia not her, so let her sort it out! She’s the PERFECT Mother and I’m simply sick and tired of always being the bad guy. It’s easy to stop shouting all you have to do is stop caring and why the fuck should I care when all I get in return is earfuls of grief. Well there’s nearly five hundred words of pent up bile and bitterness committed to paper and it’s only taken me twenty minutes to write; seeing as we’re asking Nat for only fifty words that should take him, with practice, about two minutes a day. Apparently that’s too much to ask of him but he wants £700 off me to go skiing. That’s how much money I get in 10 months. No doubt, if he gets picked, he’ll expect more money for nothing for the trip to Kenya. Boy has he got a shock coming when he finally encounters the real world sans the bank of Mum and Dad. Oh well that’s that off my chest or is it?
Just had a team brief and as usual C has to be an arsehole with Hmk always taking offence; all he did was expand on a simple answer, not for her, but for the new starters. She really is a piece of work I think my dislike of her grows with each passing day. That’s the problem with me, I don’t easily dislike someone but once I do I see their every fault magnified a thousand times. Oh well, it’s not as if I want to be bosom mates with her, far from it, I imagine As must be thanking his lucky stars that he’s moved back in day and managed to get away from her. That man has the patience of a saint because she focused on him as her best mate and he was stuck listening to her drone on and on night after night after night, the poor sod!
JDM is set to return at the start of the next shift and that should be interesting. I can’t imagine, after what was done to him that he’ll still have the commitment he previously had. Hopefully having this week off will have given him a chance to recuperate and recharge his batteries because last week he looked like a man who’d aged ten years. He was literally grey, drawn and haggard. I suspect we won’t be seeing AM again on this shift well not if the company has any sense we won’t!
I’m not sure whether or not I’m supposed to be going out for a drink tomorrow night with Hmk and sundry. It was mentioned repeatedly at the start of the week but not so now. I’ll keep stum and see what happens because it’ll probably be a pain getting back form the other side of town and I most certainly can’t afford to pay for a taxi.
Once more it appears that the Government intends to tackle a perceived social problem with an appropriately stupid knee-jerk policy decision.
There are, it appears, plans afoot to raise the minimum price of a can of beer to 38p. This, apparently will discourage binge drinking; how is it supposed to do this? How is this going to work?. Binge drinkers, as far as I’m aware, don’t generally buy cheap beer as there’s no point. Cheap beer generally has fairly low alcohol content by volume and therefore has no appeal to people whose avowed intentions are to get out of their heads as quickly as possible. Binge drinkers, who get tanked up before they go out, buy strong beer and cider and spirits, if you doubt this then watch the Binge Britain TV series, and as the price of these drinks will be unaffected, being already more expensive than the minimum 38pence, the price hike will have no effect on their consumption whatsoever! So who’s going to get shafted? I’ll tell you who, people like me, people who buy cheap beer because they like the taste of beer but don’t desire, nor can afford, to get pissed. Yeah thank you, you bunch of shitheads another stupid policy which will never achieve its stated aims. In point of fact if the price of low alcohol beer goes up surely that will encourage people to buy stronger beer because of the reduction in the price differential.
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