It’s my birthday!

My phone goes do you fancy Tenby? I’m a play with no, let’s stay local because there is a new place I’ve been looking forward to checking out.

Spinback the last few days and it’s been in my head to head over to Tenby and do something a little bit different to what point why we both didn’t catch the obvious sign of going to Tenby we both have no idea.

Instead we went to a new local restaurant that looks okay but the warning signs were there from the start. It was packed, we ask if they have a table, the waitress says let me check and doesn’t come back for about 10 minutes. Meanwhile the second waitress then appears and asked us if we are waiting.

I so sarcastically wanted to reply no I just fancied standing here out of the cold with my friend.

Eventually we get a table and handed a drinks menu, things may be looking up and this may not be a disaster. It wasn’t too son20+ minutes later someone finally came to the table and asked if we are ready to order. Not just all the drinks order completely now bear in mind I had to going get the food menu myself.

Whilst we are sat waiting there patiently for our drinks to arrive a table of three arrive, they needed a chair so I offered at mine and sat next to my friends, and then somehow they manage to get their drinks before us.

I think we know about 30 minutes into this adventure and don’t have any drinks. Wanting to be a little different from my birthday evening I ordered a Mojito which then took another 15 minutes to arrive. It’s when the drinks arrived within FaceTime longest waiting spell of it all. It was going to be about another 35 minutes before our food was coming to the table

When my drink did arrive it was the piss poor excuse for Mojito. And obviously by time few had arrived he had long since gone yet new waitress I’m coming to the table to see we you wanted any more drinks.

Some 15 minutes after coming through the door I’ll food finally arrives. Okay so they might of been one chef dying but if that was the case why not just say no, we can’t accommodate or there might be an incredibly long wait.

Awaits which would’ve been way more bearable if someone had bothered to come and check to see if we wanted a drink.

Why not go up to the bar and ask? Good question for which I would’ve done if at any time there was someone behind the bar. It was either a complete cluster fuck behind the bar of all of the staff being there all at once or nobody there at times.

Then there was the food. And I appreciate that a good burger needs a little bit of time to rest before being served however mine was barely lukewarm and by this time might become so frustrated and overtired, over hungry and that when the waitress did come over to check is everything okay I simply just said “its okay”

If you’re going to be busy, give poor customer service, make it in agonising wait for over an hour to get some food, the very last thing anyone could do is just make sure that it’s warm.

My birthday morning wasn’t a complete disaster as a friend popped over to say hello and helped me move the sofa. Doesn’t sound very exciting does it but it does represent quite a monumental shift for me to be moving out from my old place into somewhere that is less damp.

Is the first time in three years I’ve never had any company in the morning. Just think about that I woke up for the last three years with no company, new girlfriend before signed me I’m pretty much no want to talk to you on my birthday.

Is the first time in three years I’ve never had any company in the morning. Just think about that I woke up for the last three years with no company, no girlfriend behind me and pretty much no one to talk to on my birthday.

Three years all I’ve had is a few statutory Facebook comments wishing me happy birthday which I suppose has to be better than nothing?

It’s my birthday!

A random date make a couple of predictions.

Stay tuned.

I’m going to make a couple of predictions. Number one probably not single for anything more than six months.

If we last post half a pint it’s going to be a miracle. I suspect she’s going to order a soft drink.

That I want even worse than I thought it could’ve ever gone. It turns out that she is way thinner than her website profile so I was quite surprised when she walked in and my jaw hit the floor.

I should pre-face this with the fact that just yesterday she was at a funeral with a friend of her dads so tonight was never going to be a possibility of anything happening.

And this is the thing that was a few moments we were making eye contact and I genuinely thought there might be a chance, that may be something between us but as always it all went wrong.

Things were going well until I jokingly said okay, ask me any three questions in the world and then she suddenly got on the defensive saying why do you have to force the conversation. I simply said that wasn’t my intention to put Mimi to keep the conversation going.

After a few minutes later it turns out that she’s never been asked to her opinion before and no one is asked to play with her.

Why do I always meet the women who have issues.

I hate being me, every single moment of existence is just a moment in pain and misery. No matter what I trying to do, no matter how I try and change, I always end up with the same result.

I have literally tried every single way possible not to be me, I’ve tried every single way possible to try and get a different outcome from any dates that I’ve been on. And yet no matter what I do it’s always the same thing. I’m nothing but a fucking conduit

I am the placeholder, I’m the first date after a bad relationship, I’m the first person they think “I will give this ago” before they realise they need something else.

I am the person who when women say “I’m not sure what I want” that is true but the one thing they know they don’t want is me in their life.

To Catherine phone tonight. She’s only been single for three months, well it’s a little bit longer than that but obviously is complicated and I’m the first fucking guy she decides to go out with. What a fucking chance do I have?

I’m fuming at myself because no one moment she had a genuine look in your eyes worry thought that maybe, just maybe I might stand a chance. As always I managed to fuck it up I know were walking on my way home again, alone!

To compound matters further I’ve deleted her completely from my phone. For which some reason she’s taken great offence to. I’m the one who’s been blown out and getting all her anger and yet because I delete her from my phone she’s a outraged .

A random date make a couple of predictions.

The neighbour is back, thank God.

I get a small lie in tomorrow and I can’t wait. Because I don’t have to walk the dogs in the morning. I see a small lying because I want to be in work by 8 am so I can legitimately get away a little bit earlier.

Any reason I’m doing this blog is because I’m going for a quick walk to close all of my exercise rings I’m not going to be pretty much the biggest but sadly only reason why I’m going to miss walking the dogs.

Also documented said many times before I don’t understand the logic between having a highly strong and active spaniel who longs to be outside all day running around alongside what I think is a normal spaniel who is downright lazy and literally just wants to go outside, have a wee, have a poo and eat some shit to start the whole process all over again.

I have no dates over the next couple of days I’m going to get told just to go to the holiday was and how nice it was and all of that stuff and I have a sneaky feeling his wife will be moved in sooner rather than later.

Right now fuck all of that. I’ve had a fairly decent day with no real grumbles to be honest.

The neighbour is back, thank God.

Waking up at 4 am

Third day on the trot now I’ve woken up at around about 4 am and then that’s it. I never seem to be able to get back to sleeping. I know I’m not sleeping because I know I’ve been dreaming and I can clearly remember dreaming but not the dream, apart from last night.

I think I’d lost a sock or something like that and I seem to remember searching a few places over and over not being able to rest till I found it. I’ve even tried telling myself that hello, this is my own mind, get a grip and take control. But that doesn’t seem to work.

When I wake up in the morning I’m feeling quite anxious knowing they haven’t had a proper nights sleep. As I’ve written a play before I do enjoy a good Paul now, especially after work. It’s nothing like I’ve literally 15 minutes of shuteye to help rebuild the brain I think transition from work to home.

As I’ve said many times before I do enjoy a 15 minute hard power nap. It’s like a way of separating the two parts of the day work and then home not to mention the scientifically proven benefits of doing so.

Other random site notes:

  • Nobody is sure when my neighbour is going to return. Meaning that yours truly is left with starting a new job and having to deal with his dogs.
  • I’ve also realised why I can’t relax without the neighbours. Everything is covered in dust and mock which means to chillout I have to go and get changed into scruffy close I don’t mind getting dirty.
  • And every morning no matter how late at night I take the dog for a walk one of them kindly leaves me a massive pile of shit to clear up in the morning.


Waking up at 4 am

The new job update

Nothing really to report at the moment. The guys that I’m working with seem okay if a little bit power hungry for whatever reason. It strikes me a little bit of someone needing to show that they are the boss but Hayhoe. I’m just keeping my head down and waiting for the payday.

The actual physical job itself isn’t too hard but it does require an awful lot of concentration and it’s also incredibly repetitive and monotonous. The good news is that I can come in early on Sundays which means I can leave early which suits me completely down to the ground. If I can get in work for 8 am and leave by 4 pm leg is me breathing space to do other stuff I want to do.

Nothing like having a job doing the old 9-to-5 to make you realise that you could be doing other stuff.

The new job update

A Monday

I’ve done a good deed today. My new potential landlord knocked on my door asking if I had a heater they could borrow. Turns out the pump for the central heating in the office was broken and “the boys” were freezing their socks off.

Of course it wasn’t just as simple as going back to my old place to pick up a heater for them. I ended up going to local post office, going to the garage, going back to the old place, waiting for a delivery, and then heading back to drop off the heaters.

I wasn’t asking for a medal but something more than a grunt from the guy behind the desk when I said I’m dropping off some heaters for you might of been nice but that’s not the point of doing something nice is it.

After all of this it was finally time to get my van in for its long, long overdue service. On my recent trips to both Weymouth and London I could tell she wasn’t running particularly clean and when towing my horsebox she certainly wasn’t happy. Why is it I always refer to vehicles as a female?

Quite literally a few hours later can you guess how much it cost for an oil change and for filters to be changed? £152 which is an absolute bargain as the last quote I had was about 300.

The rest of the day has been fairly complicated with discussions between me and my ex business partner. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t love the arse off this woman. Of course she’s married as they all are.

Tomorrow is my first shift doing some part-time work for local IT company. They offered me a job last year which didn’t work out because I was holding on to the job I already had. Plus I have the distinct feeling that their business practices were just a little bit dodgy.

Well when I say dodgy I’m not sure if I should be seeing incredibly clever. We seem to go into companies and patch things up to get them working but they never end up working quite right. This means that they get another call out to come and fix an issue which wasn’t properly rectified in the first instance.

Another shining example is that they’ve just increased their incident support charge, which basically means answering the problem if you have an issue, from 35 payments to £45. One small company of around about three office employees is paying about £600 per month for their services.

I honestly couldn’t work out if this was their business model or if they just aren’t good enough to fix the problems fully.

The problem I have is that they want me to do network cabling for two weeks which is basically going to consist of making up a long ass network cables and put in the connectors on the end. Something of which I am utterly shit at doing.

Honestly I don’t want to fail and end up doing a bad job but it’s just something that I’m not very good at doing. What we should’ve done is get someone from the office to do this job at a more basic rate and let me do IT support which is one of the things I’m good at doing. Honestly I don’t want to fail and end up doing a bad job but it’s just something that I’m not very good at doing. What we should’ve done is get someone from the office to do this job at a more basic rate and let me do IT support which is one of the things I’m good at doing.

And on that note it’s 11 pm, Kevin and Perry go large is on TV yet again and I’m going to get into bed with a nice glass of wine. That’s if this dog ever goes for a fucking shit and stop pulling my arm off.

A Monday