Foundations.
Wednesday 18 July 2007
No, I haven't quit. Thanks for all the emails and messages that enquired about this. I couldn't have been very clear yesterday - I'm looking to quit. Or, more specifically, to find alternative employment. Hence, I applied for about 25 jobs today. I'll let you know how it all turns out (badly, I'm sure.) I'm hoping somebody sees sense and hires me as a bounty hunter with a £5,000 retainer at £100/hour, plus expenses.
Only me and the new guy showed up tonight - can you believe this job?
All that said, I only have the one highlight. A woman, later revealed to be schizophrenic, went mental on the dancefloor in the family bar and started smashing bottles all over the place. As there was only the two of us on duty, I got there late, but quick enough to see her throwing her own kids around like a pair of rag dolls. I followed her out and intended to follow her all the way back to her chalet - treating kids like crap pushes all of my buttons (and not in a good way) - but her son, who couldn't have been older than eight, decided he'd had enough and went back into the complex to find dad. Park security took over stalking the woman so I went back to see how dad rated, and he turned out to be a complete mongoloid. I realise life has tragedy on every corner, but what chance do these kids have? Maybe some, as the boy, at least, seemed fairly together. But it's like some shitty Dickens tale where the young'uns raise grandpa, who's a total prick.
On a more sour note, thanks to repeated plays by the DJ I've actually started liking Kate Nash's Foundations. This irritates me more than you can imagine.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:00 am
