^you tried popping the happy pills yet, Cassius? I'm so glad I relented back in January. I'd been proper miserable for the best part of two years and no matter how long I waited to see if the tide turned, it didn't. I just kept or increased the bad habits I had and decided to sorta try and isolate myself from humanity. Because I just got sick of dealing with twonks and thick or arrogant twats all day. And really started to ****ing hate people.
Anyway, in my isolation, things just got worse to the point where I practically didn't leave the house, bar trips to the offy for booze n' fags n' Lion Midget Gems. I was coasting on nothing, tbh.
Anyway, that little pill just turned me around. It only feels like a subtle effect but it isn't. I'm back at work, back around people. I'm liking it.
Try them if you haven't. What is there to lose if you're in an ultra-low that just won't fade?
Lol, had a bath when I got in from work, looked in the mirror afterwards and counted twenty-nine bruises, including a right pearler of a contusion on my tit, and about eleven cuts/scratches/abrasions. So far, doing good!
The PPE we get is a mockery, tbh. Well, if it existed it would be a mockery. Nada. Just my trusty Arco safety boots and a cheap pair of chamois leather gloves that have already started to disintegrate after only eight 12hr shifts. Same stuff I got given when I did a big stint on the bins back in 2008, except I was given crapper safety shoes back then.
Tbh, I couldn't imagine doing the bins in plastic PPE. I'd die. You sweat like a bloody drain all day, anyway, as a large part of the job involves pushing bins uphill in a warm hospital basement.
Believe it or not, nobody is off sick in my department, bar diabetics who have somehow managed to get an automatic 12 weeks of legitimised sickie time, for some reason!
Anyway, I can't complain. I just had seven months on the bastard sick and got paid for 6.5 months of sweet F.A. Then came straight back to the job I was initially promised eleven months back and am loving it.
Brucie Bonus.
Anyway, in my isolation, things just got worse to the point where I practically didn't leave the house, bar trips to the offy for booze n' fags n' Lion Midget Gems. I was coasting on nothing, tbh.
Anyway, that little pill just turned me around. It only feels like a subtle effect but it isn't. I'm back at work, back around people. I'm liking it.
Try them if you haven't. What is there to lose if you're in an ultra-low that just won't fade?
Originally posted by Blobcat
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The PPE we get is a mockery, tbh. Well, if it existed it would be a mockery. Nada. Just my trusty Arco safety boots and a cheap pair of chamois leather gloves that have already started to disintegrate after only eight 12hr shifts. Same stuff I got given when I did a big stint on the bins back in 2008, except I was given crapper safety shoes back then.
Tbh, I couldn't imagine doing the bins in plastic PPE. I'd die. You sweat like a bloody drain all day, anyway, as a large part of the job involves pushing bins uphill in a warm hospital basement.
Believe it or not, nobody is off sick in my department, bar diabetics who have somehow managed to get an automatic 12 weeks of legitimised sickie time, for some reason!
Anyway, I can't complain. I just had seven months on the bastard sick and got paid for 6.5 months of sweet F.A. Then came straight back to the job I was initially promised eleven months back and am loving it.
Brucie Bonus.
**** dude.
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