schoolboy error. got the metro to newcastle from south shields this morning to start my new job, got there all ready and looking forward to it.....turns out i dont start till next tuesday
Get in Thats fuckin class, you legend! It was always special when you used to wake up on a Saturday morning and start getting your school uniform on thinking you were late for school, then realized it was Saturday
shitty callcentre above reflex records of all places at least i get to work in the town centre in the summer, think of the wimmin ! and at least im not rushing back from the four corners of the UK on a friday night to make it for last entry anywhere
9-6 mon fri mate, im not sure bout the wage, theres commission involved somehow too tho. i know im taking a pay cut compared to the job i was doing before like give em a ring, 01912221022
Classic! A few weeks ago I got up for work, got washed and had some porridge then went out and started me car and looked at the time. It was 11.30pm! I wasn't at work until 6am the next day. I thought everything was a bit funny like, i could hear me little brothers and that in there bedroom, I just assumed they were already up. I looked at the clock downstairs aswell but must of only looked at the second hand which said half past, which is the time I leave. Only 6 hours later. I'd only been asleep an hour and half.
That's class. I've once dashed out the house thinking I was late, got to the metro station and waited 40 minutes for the train. I kept thinking it was weird as I was into a routine and knew my arrival at the station meant the train should of been 5 minutes at the most. Looked at my phone, it was 3am and in the middle of winter, amused I wasn't. Also, when I lived at Billy Mill I got the 308 home from the toon one night. I was knackered all day and pleased to be on the way home. Bus driver woke me up in Blyth where the bus terminates
last orangefest i got absolutely twatted on more than enough vodka, bought more and the rest is hazy. i remember being on byker bridge at one point and i was at least 99 percent sure i was at st peters in sunderland, well long story short i left my mates - befriended this ginger lass, her crack was shit so i went home. fell asleep on the metro, walked home and got in - adamant that it was 8 in the morning. apparently it was only 8 at night. i was in one of those states where people say "if only your mother could see you like that"... only she did.
I finished work last week, bought a 70cl of vodka and started downing gob fulls and chasing it with pepsi at about 8pm. I was planning on leaving at about 8:30 to meet my m8's before going to Digital and the idea behind the vodka was I could save some money by getting pissed beforehand. Well I dunno what time it was but i remember wandering around outside my local pub and talking to some old school mates a little and eventually ending up back in my bedroom wondering where my money was and what i was supposed to be doing. I must've finally remembered I was going to town and the next thing i remember is being with a few m8's outside twist with me having an argument with a gay bloke who was working there, handing out mr gay uk flyers. Point of the argument was whether or not he was gay, which he said he wasn't. I ended up spending £80 and carrying on the session till the next night All fun and games
