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I've just finished a national diploma in moving image, and all this week at the main college site (us media/music students go somewhere else for our lessons, a good 20 minutes from the main site, we're like outcasts) they've got all the art/design/fashion/photography/media students' work up. My parents were interested in seeing my work, so I got the night off from work (my first day off in 7 months) and we went down into town at about 6.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
Stupid rain. Anyway, we get off the metro and I'm ahead of my parents, going up the esculator, when I see some radgie scum hanging around at the top, asking everyone that goes past if they could "borrow" 20p. While he's bothering the guy ahead of me, I walk past but he just catches me and asks me if he can borrow 20p, while his goons sit back. I blank him, he shouts the usual "How!" crap (radgie speak for "hello, good sir, I want your attention") as he takes a few steps towards me.
I turn around while I keep walking and shoot him a "Who the hell are YOU?" look, and he gets even angrier and starts shouting more and following me. Just as my fists are clenching, I turn around and he's already lost interest and has run back to his boyfriends to talk about how he was going to kill me. OK, so he had two or three mates with him, but they were standing at the top of some stairs, would've been very easy to knock them down and deal with laughing boy.
Seriously, what kind of world do we live in where I have to take crap from some 17/18 year old drop out who's wearing a baseball cap?
Anyway, my parents catch up and we walk to the college, have a wander around trying to find where they're showing our videos. Meet my friend Mick, who tells me they just showed mine on the projection screen. Bah. So I go in, stick the video on one of the VCRs for my parents, but with everyone talking and the sound from the other monitors, they can't hear anything, and I'm not allowed to put it on the main project again since other videos have to be shown.
And to make matters worse, I was told the video with my re-edited credits would be available for me to put on. Only it wasn't. I have a copy at home, but I was told I wouldn't need it since ALL the videos would be at the show. Then I get told only about 6 or 7 project videos are there. Out of, what, 15 or so people on the course? Pft.
So after about 10 minutes of talking to some mates, I dragged my parents out and we walked back. Although I'd calmed down and didn't want any trouble, I was almost disappointed when I saw laughing boy wasn't still at the metro station. Even if I could've just said something to him, belittled him in front of his caveman friends, it would've been a victory for decent people.
When I get back my mates at work start giving me dodgy calls on my mobile and home number, asking what my favourite scary movie is. Good to know they're thinking about me, even when I'm not there.
Now I've gotta set up a VCR downstairs to show my parents my video with decent sound. And I've got to use some sort of electric rake or something in the garden tomorrow, then go to work as usual. Bah.
What a waste of a day this has been.
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Inland Revenue, yeah, but my job gives people money, I don't take it away.
Oh God. Adam whatshisface.
I've seen him in countless crappy science videos and advets. ARGH.
I've seen him in countless crappy science videos and advets. ARGH.
Inland Revenue, isn't it?
"Tax doesn't have to be taxing"
/stupid geeky voice
"Tax doesn't have to be taxing"
/stupid geeky voice
What exactly do you do?
Hey, if I don't take it they may pay me back. That'd be about 300 quid for doing nowt.
Just make sure you use it while you can, you can't have enough holiday.
We start with enough leave to take three weeks worth of work days off. We're half way through the contract, I've only used under two days worth. Most people have almost run out of leave.
And no more college... ever! Woo.
And no more college... ever! Woo.
You finally taking this mammoth amount of holiday off they promised you then?
I'd love to.
Just finding out now that work was pretty decent, but they complained about my team not doing enough work. See, that's what happens when I'm off; standards slip.
Just finding out now that work was pretty decent, but they complained about my team not doing enough work. See, that's what happens when I'm off; standards slip.
Heh, Mojo, I love the way you spew out a load of entertaining crap about any old day, brings a smile to my face I tells ya.
As for the "No-I'm-Not-Just-Acting-Hard" idiot you speak of, there are couldn't be more these days. Perhaps you should re-write this post with a bit of exaggeration and imagination of how you beat seven shades of faeces out of this guy, or spat in his face or something.
Meh...
As for the "No-I'm-Not-Just-Acting-Hard" idiot you speak of, there are couldn't be more these days. Perhaps you should re-write this post with a bit of exaggeration and imagination of how you beat seven shades of faeces out of this guy, or spat in his face or something.
Meh...
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