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Once more music soothes me and stops me from acting in a most righteous manner.
Wont bore you with the details, suffice to say I am* holds fingers a millimetre apart* this far from quitting my stupid job and walking off into the sunset.
But I need this for at least another month to pay for some things, so I pretend that I work with intelligent, rational and evolved human beings instead of mono-glot, simian children.
*quietly seethes to himself*
However, the one thing holding my rapidly fraying temper together is the though that I get to play tonight.
Ok, so it’s a semi-final band contest, which means a roomful of people talking to each other and politely applauding whilst they wait for their mate’s band to play, but I get to play.
I don’t care if anyone else likes it, I play for me and my 3 boys only. As long as we’re enjoying it, then nothing else matters in the slightest.
Without this music, I would have gone insane years ago. I know I rant, I know I get uptight about life in general – but simply sitting behind my drums and thrashing out every single ounce of anger in me leaves me feeling serene and back in control of my world.
I hate my job, it means nothing but it still gives me stress because I wont tolerate childish power games and gossip. I say what I want to say to someone if I have a problem with them, give them the chance to argue back their view.
Whatever, my point is that after a monumentally sheet day, I drive to Southend and, at some point tonight, get to unleash all this stupid static noise for 30 mins onstage.
And afterwards I will sit on the floor, trying to catch my breath and feel a whole lot better about life.
It beats drinking or playing video-games (a release in itself for gaming), I just get another level of happiness when I’m playing with my band.
Now, I’m off to look for another job that will provide me with some excuse to use my brain instead of leaving it at home propped up in front of a book.
Balls to my job and to idiot people that lack the decency, integrity or honour to come up and say “Look, I would like to talk to you about….”
The Rock n Roll Outlaw
Wont bore you with the details, suffice to say I am* holds fingers a millimetre apart* this far from quitting my stupid job and walking off into the sunset.
But I need this for at least another month to pay for some things, so I pretend that I work with intelligent, rational and evolved human beings instead of mono-glot, simian children.
*quietly seethes to himself*
However, the one thing holding my rapidly fraying temper together is the though that I get to play tonight.
Ok, so it’s a semi-final band contest, which means a roomful of people talking to each other and politely applauding whilst they wait for their mate’s band to play, but I get to play.
I don’t care if anyone else likes it, I play for me and my 3 boys only. As long as we’re enjoying it, then nothing else matters in the slightest.
Without this music, I would have gone insane years ago. I know I rant, I know I get uptight about life in general – but simply sitting behind my drums and thrashing out every single ounce of anger in me leaves me feeling serene and back in control of my world.
I hate my job, it means nothing but it still gives me stress because I wont tolerate childish power games and gossip. I say what I want to say to someone if I have a problem with them, give them the chance to argue back their view.
Whatever, my point is that after a monumentally sheet day, I drive to Southend and, at some point tonight, get to unleash all this stupid static noise for 30 mins onstage.
And afterwards I will sit on the floor, trying to catch my breath and feel a whole lot better about life.
It beats drinking or playing video-games (a release in itself for gaming), I just get another level of happiness when I’m playing with my band.
Now, I’m off to look for another job that will provide me with some excuse to use my brain instead of leaving it at home propped up in front of a book.
Balls to my job and to idiot people that lack the decency, integrity or honour to come up and say “Look, I would like to talk to you about….”
The Rock n Roll Outlaw
Ah, what can you do eh?
aye well
Goatboy wrote:
> it’s a semi-final band contest
Good luck (although by this time it's probably already over ...)
> it’s a semi-final band contest
Good luck (although by this time it's probably already over ...)
The thing that gets me is, when I'm here and I have stuff to do I work damn hard and to the best of my abilities.
I dont wander about chatting, I get on with things.
I dont indulge in idle gossip either, I just sit and mind my own business.
The things I've heard said, because people know I wont open my mouth, would bury most of the people here.
"You know so and so, well I hate that uppity cow" and all that crap.
Not me, but it seems if you don't play the game and act like a bunch of schoolkids, you get flak.
I come here to work, and I do so.
None of the grief I am getting is over my work standards, it's politics and backstabbing hypocrites.
But enough of that, music calls me at 5pm.
I dont wander about chatting, I get on with things.
I dont indulge in idle gossip either, I just sit and mind my own business.
The things I've heard said, because people know I wont open my mouth, would bury most of the people here.
"You know so and so, well I hate that uppity cow" and all that crap.
Not me, but it seems if you don't play the game and act like a bunch of schoolkids, you get flak.
I come here to work, and I do so.
None of the grief I am getting is over my work standards, it's politics and backstabbing hypocrites.
But enough of that, music calls me at 5pm.
Nope.
I got home to find a letter telling me I have to have a "meeting" on Monday for a formal disciplinary meeting.
And I have asked everyone here about the points raised, as they are named as the ones complaining, and they've all basically said "What? When? I never said that"
So somebody somewhere is lying and making stuff up about me, and I have formally complained to the chairman about this.
One thing I make my primary rule:
Do NOT take me on, because I WILL win if I am in the right.
This is bullsheet and I will have someone's head on a stick by next week.
But right now I have to go see a man about a job.
Anyone that wants a hard-working,literate and loyal guy working for them then let me know.
Because this place isn't fit to wipe my butt.
I got home to find a letter telling me I have to have a "meeting" on Monday for a formal disciplinary meeting.
And I have asked everyone here about the points raised, as they are named as the ones complaining, and they've all basically said "What? When? I never said that"
So somebody somewhere is lying and making stuff up about me, and I have formally complained to the chairman about this.
One thing I make my primary rule:
Do NOT take me on, because I WILL win if I am in the right.
This is bullsheet and I will have someone's head on a stick by next week.
But right now I have to go see a man about a job.
Anyone that wants a hard-working,literate and loyal guy working for them then let me know.
Because this place isn't fit to wipe my butt.
Someone nit-picking abuot your use of the web again?
Once more music soothes me and stops me from acting in a most righteous manner.
Wont bore you with the details, suffice to say I am* holds fingers a millimetre apart* this far from quitting my stupid job and walking off into the sunset.
But I need this for at least another month to pay for some things, so I pretend that I work with intelligent, rational and evolved human beings instead of mono-glot, simian children.
*quietly seethes to himself*
However, the one thing holding my rapidly fraying temper together is the though that I get to play tonight.
Ok, so it’s a semi-final band contest, which means a roomful of people talking to each other and politely applauding whilst they wait for their mate’s band to play, but I get to play.
I don’t care if anyone else likes it, I play for me and my 3 boys only. As long as we’re enjoying it, then nothing else matters in the slightest.
Without this music, I would have gone insane years ago. I know I rant, I know I get uptight about life in general – but simply sitting behind my drums and thrashing out every single ounce of anger in me leaves me feeling serene and back in control of my world.
I hate my job, it means nothing but it still gives me stress because I wont tolerate childish power games and gossip. I say what I want to say to someone if I have a problem with them, give them the chance to argue back their view.
Whatever, my point is that after a monumentally sheet day, I drive to Southend and, at some point tonight, get to unleash all this stupid static noise for 30 mins onstage.
And afterwards I will sit on the floor, trying to catch my breath and feel a whole lot better about life.
It beats drinking or playing video-games (a release in itself for gaming), I just get another level of happiness when I’m playing with my band.
Now, I’m off to look for another job that will provide me with some excuse to use my brain instead of leaving it at home propped up in front of a book.
Balls to my job and to idiot people that lack the decency, integrity or honour to come up and say “Look, I would like to talk to you about….”
The Rock n Roll Outlaw
Wont bore you with the details, suffice to say I am* holds fingers a millimetre apart* this far from quitting my stupid job and walking off into the sunset.
But I need this for at least another month to pay for some things, so I pretend that I work with intelligent, rational and evolved human beings instead of mono-glot, simian children.
*quietly seethes to himself*
However, the one thing holding my rapidly fraying temper together is the though that I get to play tonight.
Ok, so it’s a semi-final band contest, which means a roomful of people talking to each other and politely applauding whilst they wait for their mate’s band to play, but I get to play.
I don’t care if anyone else likes it, I play for me and my 3 boys only. As long as we’re enjoying it, then nothing else matters in the slightest.
Without this music, I would have gone insane years ago. I know I rant, I know I get uptight about life in general – but simply sitting behind my drums and thrashing out every single ounce of anger in me leaves me feeling serene and back in control of my world.
I hate my job, it means nothing but it still gives me stress because I wont tolerate childish power games and gossip. I say what I want to say to someone if I have a problem with them, give them the chance to argue back their view.
Whatever, my point is that after a monumentally sheet day, I drive to Southend and, at some point tonight, get to unleash all this stupid static noise for 30 mins onstage.
And afterwards I will sit on the floor, trying to catch my breath and feel a whole lot better about life.
It beats drinking or playing video-games (a release in itself for gaming), I just get another level of happiness when I’m playing with my band.
Now, I’m off to look for another job that will provide me with some excuse to use my brain instead of leaving it at home propped up in front of a book.
Balls to my job and to idiot people that lack the decency, integrity or honour to come up and say “Look, I would like to talk to you about….”
The Rock n Roll Outlaw