Acey, I live in Glasgow. I have a degree in film, and a passion for music - I sing in the band Black Light District. I live with my friend Gary, my hamster Saskatchewan, 15 fish and my cat Sam. I like to travel and my favourite thing to do is sleep.
Send me amusing messages, though I’m going to bed very soon. Hurry!
Anonymous asked: u'll make loads of new friends in london with your man by your side and u'll see your friends when you come back up, so chin up :]
Oh I know, I’m happy :)
Boss woman who hates me sat down just as I said down the phone
“he looks like a Polish rapist”
I should probably watch what I say, but the guys love it.
i used to look after the crews of two team managers, one in Ashford and one in Crawley. Then I got moved to Guildford, with another two guys who were lovely. Then onto Surrey, in which I have 4 guys and all their crews to look after. It’s pandemonium when we have a conference call, with me, the 4 TMs and their Area Manager. I can’t tell them apart. And when they realised this, they’ve all started putting on silly accents to ‘help’. Which results in Stephen shouting “POTAAATO” in an Irish accent, over and over again, and Ben going “Steve! Steve! Speak like a farmer! Steve! Steve? Speak like a farmer for us!”
It does make for very interesting voicemails though, one of them sings the message down the phone “Kiiiii-iiiirstyyyyyy pleee-eeaaa-seeee call meeee-eeee baaccckkk! Thaaaaa-aaaa-nk youu-uuuu” and the rest think I’m hilarious because I address the call as ‘hello gentlemen, it is your overbearing wife here. Give me your figures and your location please.’ (To which it is greeted with laughter and “POTATO!”)
I hate my company and the people that are in my office (well, a lot of them anyway) but I love the job that I do. And I’m damn good at it! I even got a big boss down in London to laugh down the phone because I said I’d always imagined him as having a big bushy moustache. I now call him ‘moustach-io’ and the bosses in my office think I’m off my head. But they are grateful because I can pull favours :p
Second last day of work tomorrow. Yay!
Today was…
emotional in a few ways.
First of all, I met Charlotte for dinner. I sat in pizza hut looking round and out the window thinking - this is the street I know best. This street I go through every day and have done for years. I will no longer be walking through these streets as the norm. I kinda got sad about that
I went into Ivory Blacks with her while she handed in a form, and picked up my pay from a few months back. God I miss that place. It really feels like home, the only job I’ve ever loved to pieces. I got so sad that not only don’t I work there any more, but I can’t even visit. I miss it as it is, let alone being in London
Mark came over to drop over my dads drill and say bye, and he got a bit sad about me moving away and how we didn’t work etc. He’s happy on his own, and I’m glad for that, but he’s sad that he couldn’t make me happy, and sad that I get sad all the time and stuff. I care a lot, he really is a great person - we just were not meant to be. I guess its harder to still care, but care in a different way, than it is to not care at all. That really hurt though, to see him upset. I don’t see people upset very often, and when I do its never because of me.
I’m lying in my bed in tears, looking at the notes Lauren wrote me for my birthday, and the message Charlotte wrote on my going away card, and looking around at my packed-away room as it hits me - slowly - how this is a big deal. I didn’t think it would be too hard to leave my friends, because I don’t see them as it is. Because I’ll still be here often. But yknow, it is. I can’t even MAKE time to see them, to pop round for tea or meet in the pub or anything, no matter how trivial. It just won’t be possible.
It is sad. I am sad.
