Ooo Endless Free Time

GET BACK TO WORK!

Well I have awoken from my slumber and returned to the world of writing my utter annoyance at the universe... that is until I get a real life grown up job ...

Until then, have some margin doodles ....

You're Growing up son

With the ever impeding quarter life crisis approaching, I am beginning to look back on my life, and can safely say: That much like watching a "lets play" on any game, I would be screaming at the screen If the entirety of my life flashed before my eyes. Okay its a fair bet that it would be a short flash, but undoubtedly it would be boring - the thing is though - during these flash backs in films and books etc...They only highlight the seemingly important things that happened to them in their lives, surely the saying "I saw my whole life flash before my eyes" would be all 365 and a bit days multiplied over a however many number of years being shown to them. Much like the damned being read every sin they committed for all eternity (see Through a scanner darkly for that reference), you'd either be bored without end with the feeling of listening to the same tireless joke over and over again.

I know that this would be my case, specifically as in my own said flash back there would be this section - me writing out a blog that may or may not be uploaded and tagged around the internet, wondering if the future and hopefully, very, very old me will find this somewhat entertaining, if not, sorry future me but I cant believe you let *enter name here* kill you with *enter object here* in *some location*.
The other out come is that I would be content with the things that I have done in my life, though feeling slightly Jipped that my reward for such contentment is sitting through a crappy film. However I guess killing all those hookers adds up eventually.

The point of all this is watching the world develop around me in a flash is better then experiencing it, such as watching mobile phones move from wallet thickness, down to mere a sheet of glass with no buttons that every fellow and their dog owns, technology has leaped and increased in leaps and bounds all over the place, I used to have to punch out of work by manually writing in my hours and hide in the stock room, now I've a hand scanner that rates me on how far off it is from the original -for me my Lowest score = 99, and highest score = 24 ... evidently I have changed over the years much like the world around me.

The thing is though I don't particularly wish to grow up, Id much rather be that short haired, glasses wearing kid, riding the coat tails of the pokemon crazy - before they became banned due to 'Bullying' nonsense. In hindsight, I should have stuck to those glasses, lost the hair cut and kept the cards (this is where I'd be yelling at the computer screen of my life) lose the bloody hair! No you fool not a Bellsprout collection are you mad!? Timmy don't go down that dark alley ... wait, wrong script. I would say that I'm not proud of some of my choices in life, but only through hindsight can I see that these weren't good ideas, In truth they may not have been the best but have undoubtedly shaped me into the person before you. A 6 foot, blue eyed, brown haired, lanky self centered ass who one day dreams of world domination, But I know world domination wont happen at the tip of a spear, nor pen (especially with my hand writing).

So it falls upon working hard, earning a decent living and lording dominion over my own little world, I suppose that is one of the perks to being Ignorant and means that although for some the world is never enough I'm quiet content with a Cornetto sized flake.

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Goodbye Woody

 Deep down in the heart of Men's,
 A place of work, where colleges are friends,

 There was a girl, as bubbly as sin,
 She liked a laugh, and everything there-in
 So Becky will be missed, because she was kin
 As Men's is a family and will never forget.

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 She grabbed her whip and strode out the door, beating customers as she went for Becky was now free and could do as she wish. Gone is the fake curtsey to elbows and arsehole she is free to indulge in her  true career as a dominatrix along the Portsmouth (or Southampton) coast, feasting on knowledge and alcohol toasting her memories of the best place to work in the world, after all who doesn't like working on Men.
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  Becky woods, Becky woods, Becky Woods,
  I think I've embarrassed myself enough
  Goodbye, piece out and all that jazz.

  Stalk you later.

  *Winky face*

Just Don't Ask Me

If you ask a stupid question, then a stupid answer is what you'll get and coming from a town where the knuckles can be heard scrapping on the floor from the next town over. Many-a stupud question is asked of me, especially at work. Woo Back to form! - Well if you can call whining about work and customers form but still, what you see is what you get.

Another piece suggested by fellow co-workers amoungst an unstoppable tide of idioms (not all of which coming from me). So before I begin I had better get shooting myself in the foot out the way now before some smart arse decides to mention it the next time we're at the pub in front of something scrummy. Yes I'm talking to you Ben.

Like most things context is everything but what happened boils down to this: Good Friday is one of those delightful days known as a bank holiday and brilliant in that it is technically a day off - unless you work in retail, or a pub, or a supermark... is it really a bank holiday? banks are closed by 5 on Fridays anyway... Oh well... With pubs still being open, a pub dinner was suggested and being someone who enjoys beer, chicken and good company I said yes. However as this question was asked about 2 weeks before and lacking (common sense and) a calendar, I had to as the question "What day is Friday?"... Now you my think this a stupid question and out of context it is - though even in context its still pretty low brow. I'd like to justify myself here by saying that, I meant WHEN is good Friday?... in terms of, how far away from this specific date, but sigh, that day has gone and past and there are far better silly questions that get asked in an average day.

There's a difference between asking a silly question that makes you look like a tit Example A: above, and then there's those irritating questions that get repeated and asked near-every-single-day. These also have the same answer to them, which are just as irritating and feel like your dragging your brain behind you in a soggy sack through a cactus factory. (No i don't know where i was going with all these similies either).
Lets see if you can guess the questions they ask from my normal answers:


Check the price tag.
The price tags on the other side.
Where ever you found it.
Is the original price crossed out? then what do you think?
Not unless you lose about 10 stone.
Twat size.
Sure just let me put on my Indiana Johns outfit.
No, I just felt like wearing an all black, monogrammed shirt whilst folding shirts in an arbitary fashion.

And now for the Questions....

How much is this?

Where's the price of this?

Where are these?

Is everything on here reduced?

Does this fit me?

What size do you think I am?

Go check the back room for this?

Do you work here?

I'll just let you compare both Q&A and have a quick chuckle. As there is no doubt that you get customers who have, will and won't stop asking you these questions. However all kudos go to the question that gets asked at least four times a shift by every single member and is the one I gave the best witty remark to. Do you work here? This gets annoying fast on a long day as you both have to do that awkward little laugh as you'd both look pretty damn stupid if you didn't work there. It's a fair question to ask in places where there is no direct uniform, for example in times past my uniform at work used to be black shirt, tie and black trousers, so your kind of unsure if they work there. Especially if you approach someone from behind (giggity)  and they are wearing all black, it could be they're stopping off after a funeral - which may sound unlikely but they do not enjoy being asked where the tills are after a death in the family.

Now though we have monogrammed shirts, much like other stores, as well as lanyards  which say our names in big size 14 letters, yet people STILL ask if you work there. There is always the temptation in my head to give the very similar response to being asked "Are you awake?" at 1am - No, Now fuck off and bother someone else. 

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