Friday, August 8I suggest reading the post below about Wednesday before moving on to Thursday and Friday... Trust me, it makes more sense.
I swallowed my pride on Thursday, ringing Bailey's (my employment agency) to tell them that I was available for next week. They rang me back not long after to inquire as to my availability for today. I said yes, planning to at least keep the peace with my parents for a while, and the guy told me that I could work from 6am till 1pm at this place in Frome, a town about 20 minutes away from my house. I had been to the place before, a few years back, and I knew it wasn't that bad. This cheered my parents up a tiny amount, and they were pretty civil to me for the rest of the day.
Thursday night was a bastard, because I had to go to bed early so I could wake up at 5am. *shudders* It's always on nights like these that everything you want to do all happens at once. There was a drinking session / party at a mate's house which I had to turn down, and I had to miss the second half of Pulp Fiction, which was on one of the movie channels I get. I fucking love that film, and have only seen it once before. I watched up to the bit where Mia has an OD and Vincent is about to inject her, then went to bed. Actually, I managed to watch The Animal, the Rob Schneider film. Fairly funny, a good way to waste 90 minutes. There's an absolute bird in it too, the one in the white dress. Mmmm.
I could not sleep Thursday night, my mind was buzzing with ideas for various things, including how to write this blog entry, and also the design for Version 2 of this blog. Stay tuned for that one. Eventually I fell asleep, probably for only 4 or so hours before the alarm went off to signal the start of...
You're going to love this one.
As I said below (above?), I had a job lined up for Friday, hence the 5am alarm. Where I was working is a place called Milklink, which is a creamery. Guess what they produce there... I'd worked there before, and knew my way (roughly) around the place. What exciting job did they have in store for me today? Stacking fucking pots of single cream on fucking pallets, then starting all over again on the next pallet. I swear a machine could do it much more efficiently than a person. Speaking of which, I really need to get hold of a copy of T1 and T2 before I go see T3 in the near future.
To cap it all, there wasn't even any music piped through onto the factory floor. I struggle to do anything without music (Around The World by Daft Punk is playing at the moment), so this was a major downer. A plus was this girl that was working there. I would place her age-wise as the same as me, maybe give or take a year either way. We all had hairnets on (more of which in a second), as well as these stupid jumpsuit things, so I couldn't make out much about her, other than her face. She was above average prettiness, perhaps bordering on beautiful, but she had these stylish black-rimmed glasses on. Regular readers will know that I really find glasses a turn-on, especially thick black-rimmed ones. I struggled to keep my eyes off here when I wasn't concentrating avidly (ahem) on the job in hand. I tell you, if I never see one of these pots of cream again, it will be too soon by far.
And now for the best bit. If you haven't already looked at RobCam, do so now, and then click here for a better look at it. Yes, I am wearing a hairnet and a "beardnet." "Beardnet" isn't the official term, but is my appreciative name for that bastard thing I had to wear. And all because I haven't shaved for nearly a month. I like my beard-type thing, but if I'm given a food-based job next week I'll shave it off. And that's a promise.
One quick thing, whilst I was typing all of this out (it has turned out to be epic, hasn't it?) my lovely lady friend, Elena rang me. I hadn't heard from her for a while, and we were chatting about this and that. 25 minutes later we said our goodbyes, which must be a record for me. I a terrible telephonist, I like to say my piece and get on with the rest of the day as soon as possible. Oh well, a new Rob? I think not. Elena is just lovely and such an easy person to talk to. See you soon Elena, love you loads.
Also, I've become a book-reading demon in the past week. This is what happens when you don't work. I've managed to re-read The Dice Man by Luke Rhinehart, one of my favourite books ever, as well as reading Fermat's Last Theorem by Simon Singh for the first time. That was a really interesting read, especially the proofs (prooves?) for various "fundamental" mathematical concepts contained in the appendices. I've just started Twelve by Nick McDonnell again, mainly because it's a really fast-paced book which I can finish by the end of the weekend. My next challenge? It's a toss-up between Dante's Divine Comedy and Homer's Iliad. I'm highbrow, don't you know?