Sunday, 31 August 2014

Salt & vinegar?

The archbigot, one of my regular work colleagues I've mentioned a number of times before, was on particularly egregious form yesterday afternoon. He contrived to use the word 'faggot' four times in about thirty seconds in telling a thoroughly unfunny story which revolved around someone not having salt and vinegar on their fish and chips. If anyone can explain the connection between sexual orientation and the seasoning of takeaway food to me, I'd be interested to hear it. Ironically, a couple of hours later, another of my colleagues volunteered to go out on his break to pick up an order of - fish and chips. I decided to indulge, and asked for haddock and chips - with no salt and vinegar. While standing about three feet from the archbigot. I was sorely tempted to ask him if he considered me a 'faggot' as a result of my order preference, but, of course, nothing was said. If I fail this medical on Tuesday, and pull the plug on my career, I think a few trenchant words about mindless prejudice and bigotry might be my parting shot.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Friday, 29 August 2014

Hoops

Let's jump through some more. When I got into work yesterday afternoon, I was ambushed by my new boss - there was another game of management musical chairs a few weeks back - who told me I was going for a medical today. I flatly refused, using the (valid) excuse that my rostered shift can't be changed with less than 48 hours notice, but the main reason was that I knew with certainty that I'd fail, because there's no way I'd reach the required eyesight standard as things stand. I've been procrastinating about getting glasses for some time, and knew I'd need to before my next work medical, but there was no immediate sense of urgency, because I knew that I wasn't due a medical until next year. Except that some desk jockey in my company's HR department had entered the wrong date into my records, which showed my medical certification had expired in June this year, and my new boss, being the utterly spineless twat that he is, caved into their version, despite my producing my current medical certificate with its expiry date of August 9 2015 there in black and white - HR said that 'must' be a mistake, and he swallowed it whole. The upshot was that I was faced with a complete Catch-22 - if I took the medical, and inevitably failed, I wouldn't be able to work, and if I refused to take the medical, my competency certificate would be withdrawn, and I wouldn't be able to work (the past two months were catered for by way of a 'risk assessment', the fact that I hadn't killed anyone or dropped dead on duty myself since June presumably being good enough evidence of my fitness to work), so, after some rather acrimonious to-ing and fro-ing, most of the acrimony on my part, I have to admit, I'm going for a medical at 10:00 on Tuesday morning. And, after an emergency visit to my local branch of Vision Express this morning, I might even have some glasses by then, although possibly not the right type - I've ordered two pairs, but the one that would definitely allow me to pass the eyesight test won't be ready in time. No fault of the staff at the opticians, though - they were really helpful, fitting me in for an eye test immediately, and doing everything they could to make sure I've got at least the first pair of glasses by Monday lunchtime. It all came at a price, of course - in this case, well over £500, although that was partly my fault, because I wanted rimless glasses, but if I get through next Tuesday, it's an outlay that will pay for itself fairly quickly, because I'll earn almost that much for the overtime shift I'm working on Thursday, and the shifts I'll be working over the following weekend. That said, if it wasn't for the money I need to help K get where she wants to be in terms of her education, I'd have probably told my boss to stick his job where the sun don't shine there and then. Early retirement, even on straitened means, would suit me fine, if it was just me, but it isn't, of course, and I need to look after my girl. Hence, the hoop jumping. I love every minute of it. Or not, as the case may be.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Lightweights!

K has two of her closest friends from her old school staying at the flat tonight, but, contrary to the stereotype of teenage sleepovers being 'up all night' affairs, when I got in from work (via the pub, I have to admit!) a quarter of an hour or so ago, it seems that they're all asleep! No resilience, these youngsters!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 25 August 2014

Close your f#!%$¿g eyes, then!

I hate looking at, and especially hearing, Bryan Fischer. So I don't bother. I hope his god extends others the same courtesy.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Another washout on the cards

Well, it is a bank holiday in the UK, after all. I only got in from work about 45 minutes ago, staying on, as our night shift crew do on bank holiday mornings, for an extra half hour, but I was hoping, nonetheless, for a quick turn around before getting out to make the most of my first day off for what seems like about a month, but is actually nine days. In practice, though, I'm exhausted and full of cold - FML, I'm coughing for England, again - and it's bloody raining, not torrentially, but in that steady 'set in for the day' kind of way. So much for an eye candy cruise, although, to be fair, I'd be hard pushed to have seen anyone more delightful than the utter cutie on my train to 'worktown' last night, blond, blue eyes, lovely face, the whole works, albeit in much too little a package to do anything other than look and sigh. Xander junior, was my thought at the time, and I still reckon that's about right. Perfection incarnate.

15:15 edit :  Five and a half hours later, K's gone out to meet a friend, and it's still raining. So I've done what I think any sensible human being would do in the circumstances, and gone to the pub, where I have every intention of staying until I completely run out of energy. Which probably won't be long!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Thrash them into submission, revisited

If these people are allowed to open a school based upon their antediluvian worldview, the whole concept - or is it pretence? - of governmental oversight of education, and of child protection, in this country will have been consigned to the dustbin of history. 'To train up a child'. Vile, in the extreme.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Friday, 22 August 2014

Enrolled

K and I are just back from her new school, where she's now safely enrolled, despite a last minute panic (mostly from me, I have to admit!) about the validity of one piece of her paperwork. The school were happy with it, though, which is all, ultimately, that matters, so the next time my girl walks into the school, on September 4, it will be as an A-Level student. One nice thing, from K's perspective, is that because the school is virtually brand-new - it's only been open for a year - everyone in her year, Year 12, will be new to the school, there having been no Year 11 last year, although, doubtless, some of the students will know each other from their previous schools, so she won't be faced with being 'the new girl' amidst an established community. K is really looking forward to starting there, and that definitely makes all the upheaval and expense of the past few months more than worthwhile. A new chapter, without a doubt.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B