We were on shut down on Monday because of the bank holiday, Tuesday was just boring but flew past, Wednesday one of the cookers went down so we were running when we had feed and cleaning when we weren’t. On Thursday Tesco decided to turn up and becuase they were disgusted with what they saw they stopped production and had everyone cleaning. To be honest that place needs a fucking good clean, or at least the machines do. The buckets need stripping down and a good wet wash instead of a quick dry wipe or quick wet wipe between flavour changes but then that’s just me in my ‘work’ mode. Yesterday was absolutely dire. One of the cookers had broken down so they were using the one that feeds our line to feed other lines so from about 4.15 onward, we spent on the gantry scraping all the sticky greasy shit from the vibrating table. At 5pm our area manager sent the 2 agency workers to another line which left what I thought was the only 4 permanent staff on the line to clean, but it turns out that our line leader went home.. totally typical.

When we had feed we ran but it was barely a few boxes that we did. We didn’t start breaks til 5.50pm because we didn’t know wether to go or not in case we started back up.  When we had finally all had our breaks we were back cleaning and bumming about hoping that we would get feed to go back on but that didn’t happen. One of the bag machines on another line had broken down and was in the process of being fixed so we ended up cleaning the buckets for a flavour change and then filling baskets up with the bags to be sent to the line with the broken machine. At about 9.10pm we finally had feed and were back on the line packing for all of 40 minutes or so.

Even though it was a pretty shit day, I think perhaps we did have a nice day. I feel like me and the other 2 got a bit closer. I mean we had a laugh and everything. I missed working with my polish friend but at some point in the future they’ll cancel the agency when there’s not enough work and then I probably won’t see her til they need them again. But at least now I know I’ll get on with the rest of my line.

I logged onto my WP dashboard to find that about 10 or so of the comments I had, had been deleted. I have no idea how that happened and I’m pretty pissed about it but what can you do? When I saw they had vanished I crapped myself and thought the worst and that the entries they were from had been deleted too but luckily they’re still there I think I need to set WP to back up my site regularly.

There’s only 2 weeks now until me and George go off to Scotland and I can’t freakin’ wait!! I can’t wait to wake up to a nice bit of scenery instead of a busy roundabout lol. I’m going to ask my Dad and see if I can borrow his DSLR camera. I told George that last night and he was like ‘We have iPhones, why do you need that?‘ So I explained because his camera is like 14MP or more as well as being HD so I’ll be able to get better quality photos than I would ever be able to get on my iPhone. But that isn’t to say I won’t use my iPhone to take photos because I will. And I have Photoshop on it so I can crop and edit any.

Something that I had forgot to mention in my last entry that really ticked me off was someone I thought was a friend/affie decided to ‘hiatus’ their site and give me this bullshit that we were friends and yadda yadda. I heard nothing from her until I went site hopping. I came across a site that was owned by someone called ‘Blaze’. I thought nothing of it until I started reading more, at which point I was like ‘OMG! it’s her‘. I noticed her twitter feed and sent her a DM. A couple of days went by and I heard nothing back. I checked my twitter to find she’s blocked me. But not only that she’s calling me a psychotic bitch to one of her friends. Excuse me but I’m not the one who has a personality disorder and is rattling on a cocktail of ‘happy pills’. You also talk/write like a total fucking retard. I mean WTF does ‘wicked sucks‘ mean? Go back to school and learn to write properly. I had been nothing but polite and nice to her and this is what I get back in return. Do I deserve the shit I got? No, no I fucking don’t. What also pissed me off was the fact she was going to reopen her old site Kandie Kid, but after some kid apparently ‘annoying the fuck out of her’ she left a nice note on the homepage saying she was no reopening it and that she wouldn’t be back in the site world making ANY sites. So you can imagine the shock I got when I saw this new site of hers. And just in case she decides to delete that site, I made sure to screen shot everything from the messages about me to the page on webs so looks like you’re screwed love. Maybe people will finally see her for the lying, 2 faced,  hypocritical bitch with a fucking MAJOR personality disorder that she really is. I never ever thought she would be like this but there ya go, that’s my naive side..my bad. To be perfectly honest, you are not normal, nor have you ever been or ever will and I can totally see why your daughter doesn’t live with you. You’re fucked in the head. Why don’t you pick your pathetic ass up, get off the internet and go and get a fucking job in the REAL world like the rest of us instead of being one of those dole dossers I hate so badly.  You are nothing but a keyboard warrior and I’m not scared of you, or any of your internet buddies. What are you going to do? spam my site with a bunch of rude and nasty comments? yeah bring it on little girl. And I read you were going to ‘block’ me from your site, good luck with that since I access the internet from at least a dozen places and have you never heard of a proxy  Stick to being a bum, smoking shit and playing with your glow sticks. I bet your daughter and boyfriend are so proud of you.

And on that note, I’m done.

April was a pretty shit month. In the last couple of weeks of it, I was run over by a spooked Vinnie and ended up not talking to my Polish friend for 2 weeks. I’m so pleased that it’s now gone and everything is back to normal, or almost. I tried to do some work with Vinnie and as I tried to walk him through the little entrance of the corner I had fenced off, he spooked himself with something. I turned around to put my hand on his chest to stop him but since I’m smaller than him I had no chance and he went over me. At the time I was wearing an underwired bra which he obviously stood on and it bent and went into my chest. It didn’t penetrate or anything, just dug in. I somehow managed to get to my feet within 60 seconds of it happening but I spent the rest of that week and the next in pain. On the 3rd day after it happened I was in that much pain that my Mum called my aunt Jennie up because she’s a paramedic and she said from what I’d described it sounded like I’d cracked my ribs and that if I had there was nothing that anyone could do but take pain relief and leave them to heal. It’s been 3 weeks since it’s happened and although I’m still a bit sore and get a bit tired/puffed out I’m quite pleased to say that I don’t need to keep taking pain relief. I think I had two 500mg paracetamol tablets on Thursday because I was a bit achy but that’s been about the most I’ve taken.

On the subject of not speaking to my Polish friend, it was down to a woman who used to be on the line weeks ago but got permanently moved after causing trouble with her before. I don’t know what happened and neither does she. Our line leader pulled us both up and asked what was going on, to which we both replied, we have no idea. We’ve both agreed to not let it happen again. I was actually upset that that bitch could do that to us. But then it doesn’t surprise me as she gets a big buzz out of other people’s misfortunes and people arguing/fighting. Looks like her plan backfired eh? lol!!

In about a month, George and I are going up to Scotland to see my family (on my Dad’s side) for 5 days and then we’re going to see my best friend in Gloucester for 5 days. I’m really excited to go on our road trip (: I’m looking forward to going ‘home’ and spending some time with the man I love in a place with gorgeous scenery. And when we go to see my best friend, we should both be coming home with new tattoos. George already has his design sorted but I don’t know what I want or where.

I had planned on buying myself an iMac for my birthday but I’ve decided to hold off til after I pay off our iPhones and our HD tv. In the meantime though, since I got my tax rebate ( of £733.31) I’ve decided to get someone to break Vinnie for me, buy him a saddle and put the rest into an ISA for future ‘rainy days’. I’m taking £200 of it on holiday with us so that saves me doing so much weekend overtime.

More recently though, perhaps 3 or so years ago my Dad was back on the internet looking at yet more cars. This time he was browsing eBay. He came across a dark blue Jaguar XKR which was being sold by a guy in London. Long story cut short, he won it and paid £5,000 for it. It wasn’t brand new but none of us cared. It’s 4 litres of pure super charged fun (: He got the National Express bus down to pick it up and, obviously, drove it back home.

I have always said that if I ever won the lottery or came upon an expected gift of money (i.e more than £25,000) I would treat myself to another car. I’ve always dreamed of owning a Maserati Quattroporte. I would love to own a brand new one with all the funky gadgets or one from the 1970s. I’ve never really thought about where I’d get the older version from since they must be something of a rarity.

I know alot of people are trying to downgrade their car to something more economical and rather than buy a brand new car, they’re looking at buying one from a used car dealer. Speaking from the little bit of experience I’ve had with car dealers, you need to be totally careful where you choose to purchase. I started a job at a used car dealership but left after about 3 days because of what I saw. One guy went in to see what they would give him for his Volkswagen Golf. My bosses said they would give him £900 part exchange. This is what made me leave. I knew his car was worth at least £1500 and at the time I wasn’t even into cars as much as I am now. The people I worked with even went to one side and had a chat about how they could basically fuck this guy out of money. I think the guy decided to leave it.

If  Judge Service  had of been around at that time, he could have looked up to see what other people thought of that dealership and/or left a review for other people to read. Then the dealership might know what people really thought and tried to adjust their business to it. Needless to say that a couple of years ago that dealership ended up closing which I believe was due to bankruptcy.  I’m pleased because  not only did I witness them trying to rip customers off but I also found out that they had sold my Dad’s friend a car that was so dangerous it almost killed his children when they had an accident, but that’s another story, for another day

On the subject of work, I’ve moved to a different line and made a couple of new acquaintances. One of which is a guy called Mark whom is continually talking about sex and anything related to it. Some of the people who started at the same time as me have been training to do different jobs, yet I’m still stuck on the line packing. I’m a bit miffed about it but at the same time I’m enjoying it because I don’t have to switch shifts for a week to get trained.

Last Sunday was Mother’s day and I bought my Mum a Me to You bear holding patchwork letters that say Mum on it. She really did love it. I had no idea what to get her because she has an endless supply of shoes, clothes, hand bags and perfume.  I would have liked to have gotten her a gift card for her favourite clothes shop but because she’s on a diet and is losing weight, it would have been pointless. Later on that day we went to Asda (Wal-Mart) and bought some bits and pieces and came out with some flowers for my Grandma’s grave. My Mum doesn’t usually go down to the grave because she gets super upset. She tells me that her and her Mum weren’t like mother and daughter but more like best friends. I was never lucky enough to meet my Grandma as she died 6 months after I was born from cancer. We struggled to find the grave because usually it’s a bright white marble book but when we finally did find it, it was absolutely dirty. We decided that on Monday we would go down and scrub it clean. On Monday we went down and we did scrub it, but because it was so dirty it wasn’t bright white. The side I was scrubbing had all the letters on it and they kept dropping out or lifting out so I just pulled whatever I could out and put them in a bit of carrier bag. I later gave them to my Grandad and said do whatever you want with them. He’s gunna see how much it’ll cost to have it all redone. Whoever does it will probably want too much.

I’m without my car again as the passenger window shattered when I picked George up from work. He went to close the door but it never even shut and just shattered into a thousand pieces which I heard cascade onto the floor. I called my Dad and asked what I should do. He had a go at me and told me to drive it to theirs. We stopped at ours first to pick up George’s cigarettes and coat. He also decided that while he was upstairs getting them he would bring down a dust pan and brush to sweep the glass out. So my poor wee Fonze is sat in my Dad’s garage waiting to be fixed tomorrow. So I need to call my Grandad at some point in the next couple of hours and ask if he’ll take me to see my horses – if he doesn’t then not only will I be upset that I can’t see my babies but they’ll be upset that they’re not getting to see me and get fed. I get really narky when I don’t get to see them because they’re my everything. In fact they’re the reason I’m here, without them I’d have no reason to get up and face the day.

I have decided that for my 27th birthday in May, that I’m going to treat myself to a 27″ iMac. I was going to buy a 21″ but why settle for that? =P I usually buy myself a new mobile phone for my birthday but I’m still very much in love with my iphone 4 so why bother to waste money on a phone I don’t like/want/need?! I really can’t wait (: it’s the only thing that I’m looking forward to in the next few months. I can’t wait to finally have the one thing I’ve wanted to own for the last 5 years. George keeps saying ‘Why don’t you buy yourself one of those new iPads?’ and I’m like why do I need one when I have my iPhone that does pretty much the same thing? On the whole ‘Apple’ thing. I got sent a £10 iTunes gift card in the post yesterday for answering surveys and I’m only about £3 short of getting another one, or I might opt for an Argos or Amazon voucher instead.

I just downloaded Christina Perri’s album ‘Lovestrong’ and I have to say that I’m really enjoying it. I’m currently listening to the song ‘Mine’. Whilst she’s not someone that I’d usually listen to, I’m glad I did. I really need some new music to put on my iPod. I already have 402 songs of different genre but I get bored of hearing the same tracks over and over. So if you have any suggestions then feel free to leave them. If I listen to them and I like them, I’ll give you a plug in my next entry 

Clipix is a kind of bookmarking tool, where you sign up and add a ‘clip’ to your bookmark bar. Then when you go to websites you might want to come back to at a later date, you just click the ‘clip’ and the site is added to a clipboard. Not only can you just clip sites to bookmark them but you can also share your clipboards with your friends and family via Facebook, Twitter, email, etc

This is a screenshot of one of my clipix clipboards called ‘Books I’d like to read’. These are all of the books that I would like to read. I already have these books on my iPhone but I never seem to get round to reading them.

I thought that clipix would be another ‘useless’ service that I’d sign up for but actually, the more I think about it, the more I realise it’ll be handy to have. Because not only can I access it via my netbook, but I can also access clipix via my iPhone too. So check this video out and go sign up for an account yourself

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Work has been alright, however on Friday I got bitched at for merely mentioning to someone that one of the agency workers was putting packets in wrong. She then proceeded to yell at me a bit more saying I was telling the wrong person and that I should tell the line operator. As well as saying I’m always moaning about someone or something. Funny that, she spends most of the time before we start our shift, sat in the locker room bitching about someone or something.

It was snowing the other evening and my Mum was rushing me to eat my tea so I could drive home and get stuck there instead of at their house. I stupidly went the back roads home and ended up sliding down a road on a hill where I had a brain fart and touched my brakes. I ended up going up over a curb and back down again. I then slid down a bit more of the road and had to rev the bollocks off my car to get it moving again. When I finally got going on my way again, my car felt really heavy and something just didn’t feel right. It was as if my wheels were straight but the steering wheel was at an angle. I also had to keep adjusting it to make it go straight. When I pulled up at my garage I called my Dad and ended up crying to him because that little accident had shit me up. He gave me a lift to work on Friday and my Grandad gave me a lift home. When my Dad finished work we went to the garage to see if they could re-align my wheels and pick up anything that was causing it. They realigned my wheels but it still didn’t feel right. My Grandad gave me a lift to work today and I got a lift home with a girl from work. I’ve been texting my Dad for most of the night at work and when I got home at just after 10pm I checked my phone again and he said that my Grandad is giving me a lift to work (so I’ll get that girl to give me a lift home again) and that he’s taking my car to Lincoln at 4.30pm tomorrow so I may or may not have my car fixed. I hope so, I hate having to rely on lifts from people and I only filled my car with petrol on Friday.

So Valentine’s day is tomorrow. I bought George a card and because I was stumped for gift ideas, I just went with a £15 iTunes voucher, which I let him have on Saturday. They were doing 20% off iTunes vouchers so if they still have that offer on Saturday then I’m gunna buy myself a £25 voucher lol (:

Anyway, think I’m gunna cut this short so I can watch some Family Guy before bed

Luckily I haven’t been ill this winter so far. George on the other hand has had a couple of days off due to his stomach ulcer. When his ulcer plays up he’s a miserable sod and I have to go and get his prescription and take it to the chemist as quick as I can. So his medicine is important to him because it’s the big difference between being in absolute agony and being pain free. If only we had a Walgreens Pharmacy we could have joined the Walgreens Prescription Savings Club where we could get a discount on the medicines we need to buy.

Walgreens are offering a special discount on annual membership to their prescription savings club. http://www.walgreens.com/pharmacy/psc/psc_overview_page.jsp

For $35 a year, it offers a family membership where everyone in your family including spouse, children/dependants aged 22 and under and even pets discount on prescriptions. For individuals it costs $20 a year.  This allows you savings on 8,000 brand name and generic medicines, discounts on flu shots, nebulisers, diabetic supplies and pet medication. Not only that but you’ll get bonuses when you purchase Walgreens brand products and photofinishing services.

So why not support Walgreens and keep up to date with Walgreens on Facebook and following Walgreens on Twitter

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