High vis, little light, shameless, pathetic, delivery wankers!

So I've been meaning to blog for a few days now, but things keep getting in the way. It's been a week of anniversaries this week, with Monday being three years since I left the wondrous KA in Manchester, where I worked with some of the most awesome people ever! Tuesday became three years since I'd moved to London and Thursday was my three year anniversary at my current job......no comments there then.
It's also been a week of solitary confinement, minus Wednesday when a certain S kept me company. I'd forgotten how difficult I found it to sleep in the flat by myself. Normally I just stay up till ridiculous o'clock watching trash tv, until I flake out. Now, this worked on Monday, but then Tuesday at 12.30, I wasn't having any of it. I tried reading, but then as soon as I turned my light out, I could hear noises and see shadows, and my stupid imagination started running away with itself. And images from Paranormal Activity flashed through my head and I heard an almighty bang - presumably from one of the neighbours - which caused me to flick the light back on. After that, my mind went on overdrive and I figured the best thing to ensure my sanity remained in check and that I actually managed to sleep before work, was to leave my little light on.
OH MY GOD! When was the last time I had to sleep with the light on? Pathetic. I felt like a little kid, but I guess my imagination is at least a hundred times worse than a kids, and I suffer from a pessimistic disposition. Meaning my thoughts are usually sick, twisted and involve me dying in some hideous way. Not exactly the formula for good sleep.
Well, now that I've embarrassed myself by admitting how pathetic I am, I think it's time to move on.

So really, Shameless USA? Are you taking the piss? Really? Seriously?

I don't really think I need to say much more there. It's pretty much along the same lines as my Swedish film rant a few blogs ago. America.....just bloody leave it alone! Shameless is set in Manchester, it's northern, it's awesome and taking it to America is just bullshit! Just take the series as it is and air it in Manc. I know you'll have trouble understanding the accent, but we have to deal with all of your differing accents through film and tv. SO just deal with it! Ok, so it seems I did have more to say on the matter. But now, I'm finished.

And finally, rude delivery men in high vis jackets. Yesterday at work there was a delivery for the Community Centre which is next door to our school. This guy comes down the ramp and yells at one of the staff through the window, asking if we were the community centre. He was very politely pointed next door, literally fifty metres down the ramp, I'm not talking miles here. And then he was all like, "But I have a delivery and I can't leave my van."
To which my staff replied, "But we're not the community centre, it's right there where the blue door is. Just down the ramp." Again very politely put.
To which he then stomped off yelling about how he couldn't leave his van.
I was like. What the feck? Don't be rude to my staff. Isn't the whole point of a delivery person, that they actually deliver something, to your door????? Am I just crazy in thinking that???? Is that not in the job description?????? And what's with the can't leave the van business???? What is he worried it might run off??? There's not many people that would want to steal a van filled with gravel and other bullshit things like that. Now, if it was filled with bags of crisps or something exciting like that, then he;d have no chance. I reckon he was a right dick and he'd left the keys in the ignition, that's why he was so edgy about his precious van. Just get off your arse and do your job, you feckin' retard!

Anyhoo, needless to say, Helen to the rescue. I went to the Community centre and warned them about the extremely rude delivery person who would inevitably still be stomping around upstairs and they had to go and fetch their delivery themselves. What a toss pot! I tell you, if he comes again, he's gonna have to face some wrath!

And breathe! God, I still have so much to do before work today, so I'd better skidoodle. Hopefully I'll have chance to blog at the weekend and hopefully I'll shake this cold which has made me lose my voice. I've gone all husky. i could be a blues singer now. Ha ha!

It's F F F Friday!!!!!!!
Helen
xxxxxx