Going to shit
This morning everthing went to shit. When I mean went to Shit I mean it in a way that makes you pissed off at people for the rest of the day.
I set my alarm for 8:15 so I could get to work on time. Woken up before then due to my parents stomping around. Woke up at 8:15 when my alram went off just to hear my mam go to the loo. So click snoze for 8 mins and slowly drift back off. Trying to stay awake for when my mam comes out of the batroom. Fall asleep.
Wake up to alarm again this time its my dad going for a shit hit snooze.
Wake up again Mam goes in closely followed by my dad straight after her. Now its 8:45 have to be at work for 9:30.
Wait for dad to finnish on the loo at 8:53. Go in the shower for 10 mins (dont have long so being mindfull of the time). In the middle of brushing my teeth when I hear "Can I use the loo". I snap I have been in the shower for 10 mins and have been getting dry and brushing my teeth 4 mins. This is my mams 3rd trip to the loo alone since she got up at 7:45 (heard her flush the loo). As you can now tell its 9.10 ish. I still need to get dry so I relent spit out my mouth in the sink wipe my face and take a towel into my bedroom. Mam goes on the loo (10 mins).
As I am getting dry Biscuit (One of Donna's cats) apears from behind the curtain.
I have my wardrobe open at this point so he make a b-line stright for it. On the way I pick him up (all the shirts are clean and void of cat hairs). Now this being the agressive of the two cats goes right for my eyes luck me I mangaed to close them (not waring my glasses) he gashes open my nose screams and jumps away to quick as I drop him. The gash is about 4 mm but enough to bleed perfusly. Now I wear glasses and the little bastard manages to get me where the bridge rests. So now its 9:15.
My parents are downstaris mam fretting and dad getting ready to drop mam of at the Nufield and go to college. They heard the cats into the kitchen and lock up. At this point I am getting dry and drying my hair and getting changed.
My parents shout up they have locked the cats in the kitchen and are going. Shout down ok at this point. 9:20 need to be at work in 10 mins. Tummy rumbles a loud and disturbing chant of pain.
Go down to see if theres anything possible to eat qickly. Only thing is a sandwich. Ok so I get the bread out and start to look for a knife to spread on the sandwich filler (egg and bacon). No fucking clean knives. They are all dirty not a single one in the draw and low and behold the dishwasher has not been put on overnight. 9:25 anger levels at maximum. Cannot have a sandwich and cats constantly trying to escape the kitchen (no sensors for the alarm and they have food and litter tray there). Leave the kitchen in search of cash, my wallet has a mighty £1.50 in it. Need a drink think on so I go upstairs (all locked up but my bag for work in in the hallway) to find the change draw with about £4 in. As I get to the draw my phone goes off (hitman theme so an unkown number). Its the woman from work asking that did I know that the group was in this morning. Meaning "where the fuck are you?" (9.26) So I throw away the money knowing I dont have time to go and get some scran and start to close up again. I leave the house and head to work (2min walk). As I get to work expecting someone to be there no one. I open up and make sure everything is OK. Go back to door to see the bloke there with his bike waiting to come in. 9:36
All this for £5 an hour is it worth the hastle sometimes.
I should be doing coursework but I am too pissed to do it and my and=ger levels are maximum.
This has been one of those days where you think why did I bother?
I set my alarm for 8:15 so I could get to work on time. Woken up before then due to my parents stomping around. Woke up at 8:15 when my alram went off just to hear my mam go to the loo. So click snoze for 8 mins and slowly drift back off. Trying to stay awake for when my mam comes out of the batroom. Fall asleep.
Wake up to alarm again this time its my dad going for a shit hit snooze.
Wake up again Mam goes in closely followed by my dad straight after her. Now its 8:45 have to be at work for 9:30.
Wait for dad to finnish on the loo at 8:53. Go in the shower for 10 mins (dont have long so being mindfull of the time). In the middle of brushing my teeth when I hear "Can I use the loo". I snap I have been in the shower for 10 mins and have been getting dry and brushing my teeth 4 mins. This is my mams 3rd trip to the loo alone since she got up at 7:45 (heard her flush the loo). As you can now tell its 9.10 ish. I still need to get dry so I relent spit out my mouth in the sink wipe my face and take a towel into my bedroom. Mam goes on the loo (10 mins).
As I am getting dry Biscuit (One of Donna's cats) apears from behind the curtain.
I have my wardrobe open at this point so he make a b-line stright for it. On the way I pick him up (all the shirts are clean and void of cat hairs). Now this being the agressive of the two cats goes right for my eyes luck me I mangaed to close them (not waring my glasses) he gashes open my nose screams and jumps away to quick as I drop him. The gash is about 4 mm but enough to bleed perfusly. Now I wear glasses and the little bastard manages to get me where the bridge rests. So now its 9:15.
My parents are downstaris mam fretting and dad getting ready to drop mam of at the Nufield and go to college. They heard the cats into the kitchen and lock up. At this point I am getting dry and drying my hair and getting changed.
My parents shout up they have locked the cats in the kitchen and are going. Shout down ok at this point. 9:20 need to be at work in 10 mins. Tummy rumbles a loud and disturbing chant of pain.
Go down to see if theres anything possible to eat qickly. Only thing is a sandwich. Ok so I get the bread out and start to look for a knife to spread on the sandwich filler (egg and bacon). No fucking clean knives. They are all dirty not a single one in the draw and low and behold the dishwasher has not been put on overnight. 9:25 anger levels at maximum. Cannot have a sandwich and cats constantly trying to escape the kitchen (no sensors for the alarm and they have food and litter tray there). Leave the kitchen in search of cash, my wallet has a mighty £1.50 in it. Need a drink think on so I go upstairs (all locked up but my bag for work in in the hallway) to find the change draw with about £4 in. As I get to the draw my phone goes off (hitman theme so an unkown number). Its the woman from work asking that did I know that the group was in this morning. Meaning "where the fuck are you?" (9.26) So I throw away the money knowing I dont have time to go and get some scran and start to close up again. I leave the house and head to work (2min walk). As I get to work expecting someone to be there no one. I open up and make sure everything is OK. Go back to door to see the bloke there with his bike waiting to come in. 9:36
All this for £5 an hour is it worth the hastle sometimes.
I should be doing coursework but I am too pissed to do it and my and=ger levels are maximum.
This has been one of those days where you think why did I bother?
posted by Adam McConnell at 3/11/2006
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