Ihave just realised something.

I have the one permanant post at work.

Which means that, during the day when I have access to a pc that actually lets me see more than the most recent 5 or so friends posts without giving me the old "Gateway timout error 504" bollocks, I may actually have to.....

DO SOME WORK AND NOT BLOG!

Oh buckets of fuckstuckpigs on fairyfartpissflapbuggery BOLLOCKS!

Every silver lining has a cloud.

Bugger of the highest order.

During the course of a rather edgy day, my fellow workers - starting with the managers - where called to another office just up the road and told wether or not they had a place in the brave new staff template for our section.

The batting average was not good. Out of 20 or so people, only 2 had been offered places in the new team, and they didn't look happy as they wanted to go somewhere new.

Then my workmates started to get called over. My turn was at 3.30pm. I was the last one to go over.

The woman sat down in front of me and said

"Congratulations Nick, your the one!"

"Oh shit!"

"Oh! I wasn't expecting that reaction! I have been sitting here waiting to give some good news to someone all day."

She looked quite crest fallen.

Well so did I

"Why the disapointment."

"Well you have re-employed the managers that made all the crap decisions that made working here rubbish in the first place!"

"Well you could look for a job outside if your really not happy"

Oh no you don't - me and the real world have an understanding - we never bother each other.

"No that's OK, I will just get on with it but I will be looking for another job."

"Well with a place on the permanent staff you will have more options than the others I suppose"

"Yeah I suppose. Well is that all? I have to get off now"

"Erm yeah. Congratulations?"

"Thank you. Bye"

In the company of a slightly hung over Row the boat and our guide for the day Juzzzy, we (Mrs F, Shipscook and moi) had a sensible adult day seeing the sights of Liverpool

Ahem.

Then we saw the duck that takes you on a trip on the mersey. The first time we saw it Shipscooks said to me

"Look, there's the duck!"
"Where?" said I, looking at all the roof tops around us for some cheeky scouse Mallard or somesuch
"There!"
"WHERE!" said I scanning the rooftops manically like President Kennedys body guard as they drove into Deely Plaza.
"THERE!" he said, as a big yellow diesel amphibious vehicle rolled by practically under my nose.
"Oh right" how could I miss this!

Then past China town.

To the Cathedral.

Which is pretty impressive inside.

Then a drink in the "philharmonic bar"

Then a more modern one

There were other pubs and a curry house or two but I forgot to take pictures.

The next day, I started to see santas everywhere.

Oh sod that, thats enough for now maybe.

Imagine the scene.

Saturday night.

I am laying in my palatial hotel room in what I was informed was "the second worst hotel in Liverpool", dreaming away in a snug fug of Guiness, Curry and Vodka fumes, when I am awoken by the sound of two local "Scallies" making their drunken way up the corridor outside.

It is about three in the morning.

From the sound of it they had a room a couple of doors up, and due to their state of refreshment they had a little trouble getting the door to open. Now I will admit the locks on the room doors were tricky to operate, but why did they proceed - FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES to loudly advise each other on where they were going wrong and, from the sound of it, repeatedly throw themselves against the door in a manor much beloved by TV's "The Sweeney" but with less favourable results.

Not once did one of these stout (filled) lads think to just go back down to the front desk and tell them they were having a bit of trouble gaining access to the room, no no. And after the said fifteen minutes I heard one of them say

"Hang on lar, is dis de right room?"

Oh for fucks sake!

But it must have been because they stuck at it for a further 10 minutes till either the lock gave up or the door left its hinges and they fell laughing loudly into their home for the night.

So that is why I snarled at everyone in the breakfast room the next day. I get touchy when my sleep is disturbed. It's not that I am a miserable bastard in the mornings at all.

People are nervous here at Wage slave towers.

Today is the day we find out who is lucky/cursed enough to have landed a job on the new staff template.

Now personally I am sick of working for the usless management (the ones who "miraculously" got their jobs back after the assesments and interviews) and I three quarters hope I don't get this job back.

If I don't I will be hunting for another job in the business till the end of January, when they may say "There is a job for you here - take it or leave it" The job will be another office monkey role like the one I do now, so its not a question of not being able to do it. Ho hum.

I am still full of curry and guiness residue from Saturday, which makes me great company in a lift. And my work pc will not let me upload any pictures of Liverpool on Saturday.

I will leave you now as I feel the morning pony approaching, have a good start to your week people.