Crash(ed) and Burned

I suck at trying to keep up with blogging. Yah! you heard that right, I suck. It’s probably the only time that I’ll ever admit it =P It’s been what? 20 or so days since I last made an entry. I haven’t left a comment on most of my affie site’s for at least a year.

I’ve had a busy couple of weeks at my new job. I had my induction which turned out to be an all day thing – they failed to tell us that important bit of info so I never took anything to eat/drink or any money. The next 2 days I did a 6am til 2pm shift. The next week I did a 2pm til 10pm shift and back to 6am til 2pm last week. This week I’m back on 2pm til 10pm which sucks because I only get an hour to myself before work. The thing that sucks about the afternoon shift is that when the agency are in, the rest of us struggle to get parking slots so we have to park on the road outside where it’s only for an hour and then ask to move our car when the other shift have gone home.

I decided that I should try and pay my phone bill on Saturday, or at least some of it. I went into the Vodafone shop to try and pay some of it but got told I needed to call customer services. So when I got to my parent’s house that’s what I did. What I didn’t realise was that it had somehow racked up to almost £200. I wanted to pay £30 but was told my account would stay suspended til at least half of the balance was paid so I said what about if I pay £50 and the guy said he would request for it to be reactivated if I paid £50 for the next 2 weeks and then he would reduce the final payment to £35 so I was like alright then. So on Wednesday when I get paid £50 will be going out of my account to pay that and then I want to try and pay at least £30 towards George’s so his phone can be put back on. Both our contracts are up in 5-6 months time anyway so once the 24 months is up, I’m cancelling them and then changing networks to GiffGaff.

For once I come home from work in an alright mood. I can quite happily come home and watch TV and not utter a word about the place. The only thing that really grinds my gears is one line in the factory. Most people refer to it as ‘The Polish Line’. They don’t talk to you at all and if you talk to another English person they move you away. Some people are alright with the few of us that have only been there a couple of weeks, the rest prefer not to talk to newbies. I’ve signed myself up to work on Saturday morning. It’s time and a half so instead of getting paid for just 6 hours, I’ll get 6 hours put into my ‘bank’ and I’ll get 3 hours pay. My ‘bank’ is where I can store 40 hours or more and either use them for holiday or ‘flexi days’ (say there’s hardly any work and they need to send people home, if I get flexi-ed off then they use 8 hours from my bank). They’re working Sunday too but I’ve got too much to do to work both days. Apparently when the new tax year starts, I’ll get 5 weeks holiday a year. Which is pretty neat, in fact if I do lots of overtime then I could probably earn at least another 5 weeks a year. Which will come in handy when I wanna go home to Scotland to see my family. At Vion, I only ever had 4 weeks holiday and every year I worked there I’d gain an extra day, so it seems that I’ve landed myself in a cushty job with cushty benefits. Not only do I come home from work in an alright mood, but I also come home shattered. There’s been a few times where I’ve come home and just crashed on the sofa til gone 3am when George has woken me up.

I’ve found someone who can break Vinnie in and the good thing it’s only gunna cost me £25 a week. If I pay £50 a week then the girl will do everything for me but I’d prefer to pay less and go and do things for him. The only downside is if I ship him to hers for a month then Skid is going to be on her own so I need to find either a cheap/free pony to buy or find one to loan for a month.

I plan on changing the layout when I can find a couple of hours to spare. I did try at the weekend but I was too shattered