I awoke at 3pm this afternoon to the sound of one of my fans blowing in the fresh air from beyond my curtains, birds churping and children playing in the distants. I sat up and checked the clock beside my bed 15:02 in green LED's. The sound of Spring fills my bedroom. And on the chair infront of me, a sight that rips that Spring feeling away like my soul on the wind. My work uniform. My mood turned as black as the fabric.
As per usual i go to the toilet after getting out of bed, both windows are open and the bright sun shine, the blue cloudless sky and a cool breeze reawakens that Spring feeling, i stand, releaving myself, and soaking up the gorgeous Spring air.
I have 2 hours before i have to go to work. Shit.
I stand at the bus stop, my face burning in the sun light, i move into the shade, the bus was empty most of the way to the tubestation, women with short skirts and strapless dresses sit around me, pink with a mild sun burn. I wait 10'ish minutes for my train, which at the last minute had a change for destination, which meant i had to change halfway. Shit. For the next 40 minutes i'll be underground in a metal cigar travelling through tunnels that were cut out of the London earth 150 years ago. I hate the London Underground, even more so in hot weather. I make one change, blissfully walking, trying not to care about the time. Once out of the sweat box i have nearly one mile of London city streets to walk, the suns out, and so i walk again without a care for the time, i just walk, slower then normal watching tourists checking their sight seeing maps then checking local land marks then checking their maps again, they look confused. The London Eye is infront and across the river and the Parliament building is to your right. Easy. My one and only stop on my way to work is a small Tesco with a small corridor filled with undecided shoppers. I look in, see the hopelessness of getting in and out with my weekend usual so i turn and leave empty handed. Now i have to walk a little out of my way to the next little Tesco, but Fuck it, its a beautiful day, and so i walk on passing the giant entrence to Westminister Abbey surrounded by its gothic architecture, the lawns in front are filled with resting walkers still taking pictures. The second Tesco is a little bigger, but more importantly it has what i wanted, so i grab a bottle of water, which i'm drinking now, a sandwich (Chicken salad) two bottles of Diet Coke (gotta watch my figure ;P) a Twix extra and a box of Go Ahead biscuits, strawberry favour. I need the sugar to keep me awake for the next 12 hours.
By now its nearly a quarter to seven, and i still need to do an external check on the building before i go inside. Its a habit. Check done and i enter the building a little after, heading strait throught the reception and into the showroom filled with "buyers" checking out next seasons crapola. I stash my grub in the fridge then go back the reception for the Handover of Responsibility.
I am now, and will be until 7am tomorrow, responsible for this building and its contents. Overall value about 25 million pounds, but to me, its just bricks and rags.
The moral of this story is;
"Why the fuck do we have to work on days such as this, it ain't right and should be a crime"
Have a happy Sunday folks, enjoy it, get the most out of it, for tomorrow is Monday.
As per usual i go to the toilet after getting out of bed, both windows are open and the bright sun shine, the blue cloudless sky and a cool breeze reawakens that Spring feeling, i stand, releaving myself, and soaking up the gorgeous Spring air.
I have 2 hours before i have to go to work. Shit.
I stand at the bus stop, my face burning in the sun light, i move into the shade, the bus was empty most of the way to the tubestation, women with short skirts and strapless dresses sit around me, pink with a mild sun burn. I wait 10'ish minutes for my train, which at the last minute had a change for destination, which meant i had to change halfway. Shit. For the next 40 minutes i'll be underground in a metal cigar travelling through tunnels that were cut out of the London earth 150 years ago. I hate the London Underground, even more so in hot weather. I make one change, blissfully walking, trying not to care about the time. Once out of the sweat box i have nearly one mile of London city streets to walk, the suns out, and so i walk again without a care for the time, i just walk, slower then normal watching tourists checking their sight seeing maps then checking local land marks then checking their maps again, they look confused. The London Eye is infront and across the river and the Parliament building is to your right. Easy. My one and only stop on my way to work is a small Tesco with a small corridor filled with undecided shoppers. I look in, see the hopelessness of getting in and out with my weekend usual so i turn and leave empty handed. Now i have to walk a little out of my way to the next little Tesco, but Fuck it, its a beautiful day, and so i walk on passing the giant entrence to Westminister Abbey surrounded by its gothic architecture, the lawns in front are filled with resting walkers still taking pictures. The second Tesco is a little bigger, but more importantly it has what i wanted, so i grab a bottle of water, which i'm drinking now, a sandwich (Chicken salad) two bottles of Diet Coke (gotta watch my figure ;P) a Twix extra and a box of Go Ahead biscuits, strawberry favour. I need the sugar to keep me awake for the next 12 hours.
By now its nearly a quarter to seven, and i still need to do an external check on the building before i go inside. Its a habit. Check done and i enter the building a little after, heading strait throught the reception and into the showroom filled with "buyers" checking out next seasons crapola. I stash my grub in the fridge then go back the reception for the Handover of Responsibility.
I am now, and will be until 7am tomorrow, responsible for this building and its contents. Overall value about 25 million pounds, but to me, its just bricks and rags.
The moral of this story is;
"Why the fuck do we have to work on days such as this, it ain't right and should be a crime"
Have a happy Sunday folks, enjoy it, get the most out of it, for tomorrow is Monday.