Thursday, 7 January 2016

Enter Sandman- Metallica

7/1/16 In this dream I was at work. In the retail store. There was a manager that I had only just met. A tall brunette. She seemed a bit of a bitch. She had been there a few years. I rang for assistance whilst I served someone. I had been rearranging and restocking the shelves. I forget what the products were. I later find myself in the bar and a few bands will be performing. Many with a different line up. Muse perform first. Chris W wasn't there. A Chinese man possibly a studio musician was there instead. Dom was singing. Actually it was just miming. Matt Bellamy hung out with me and the gang. I mentioned how fans feel about Matt and David Tennant. A few European folk were collecting money from punters and they seemed dodgy. We all snuck away. I needed the toilet. One lady friend was going to go to another bar but we all went back to our hotel rooms. I snuck in the girl's place as to avoid the money collectors. I felt they may burgle us. Any that I saw I pretended to work. These empty boxes were being placed on the pallets. There was the bald guy watching his workers up in the corner. A blonde girl was part of the euro gang, wandering about.
The store closed down and relocated to Churchgate. It was smaller, less stock and few staff. There was a flat above for a girl that worked with us.
There was this heap of rubbish from McDonald's in the car park. Either the binmen hadn't done their job properly or that as the manager said people were rifling through the bins. #Cunts The staff came and cleared up the mess. I had to stay behind again. I was listening to a song when cunts from a marketing company called. ‭0800 612 2455‬. I couldn't be arsed to leave the house. The weather is nice. I get a call from Derby ‭01332 647042‬

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Saturday, 26 December 2015

Dmx - Party Up

I did the shift at Tigers. I was in the Final Whistle. I kind of wish that I hadn't. So much shit to put up with. Rugby fans can be arseholes too. If you don't have owt nice to say then don't say anything at all. I got asked to nip over to the other side of the bar which I did. Finished later than expected. I am doing a delivery at 6am. Still in Leicester and time is dragging. Sarah who has good things to say about me was going off on another rant. Swearing loudly. I believe she would draw attention to herself. I am an experienced barman. So fuck what the customers say. Some pretty girls and annoying people. Not getting much done when I am busy. Standing until I asked her to do something. Service may not go well but you will still be pricks. A band perform. The Elvis impersonator either was drunk or had suffered a stroke. Walking through Gallowtree Gate. Someone shouts after Glenn the man on the bike. A bearded bloke runs at him and knocks him over. Something was about to kick off. The bus driver I'd clearly not in the mood. I had this dream where the dp chey was nude and getting dressed. I took pics. I went to one Selective warehouse and did not do much work. 12 hours had slipped by. Today in the shop there was this blonde toddler girl crying for ten minutes. She was loud and annoying. The mother didn't seem to be doing much. Yet again my brother asks to borrow money to help with rent. £500. Yesterday I finished the delivery yet had to stay an hoe and half. Less staff it seems. Pretty brunette arrived in the gym. Tall blonde too. There is a short brunette doing squats with her tall boyfriend and she has superb cleavage. The hot blonde is back on the treadmill.My mother is talking to herself, repeating the word 'buchkum' or something. Annoying me now. ‭07950 323265‬ called me, look it up. I saw this Asian girl in the gym. Skimpy clothing. A short sports bra or top. She was doing stretches and she was flexible. The text I just got was from some guy I must have met at Splash or Fab. Not interested. How dare the asylum seeker/migrant woman have the ordasity to ask me for change. I hope that someone gives her the kicking of her life. The father of these kids should be looking after them. Fake ass beggars. I do not like criminals.

Thursday, 24 December 2015