Kévin

Arc bar has been closed down more than once for noise problems, so I have very little sympathy for them when I can hear bass booming in my basement.

We ain’t even close. So complaint to the council when I can bother writing a «noise diary». I might even start it now. 23h52 – music appears to be shit.

But enough about my first world problems, I’ve got an interview for a weekend job tomorrow. I hate interviews they get me all flapping my arms nervous.

The only way I can get to it is by bike, so I’m also quite concerned about the weather tomorrow. I won’t be able to get changed or store a bag, so I have to ride in my formal stuff and hope for the best.

Knowing my luck it start pissing it down and I’ll show up mud deep in to failure. I totally need this to pull off too, the extra income is very much needed now that I’m about 200£ in the hole every month. Thanks Dave (you dish faced prick).

I’ve also had a further movement on to the plan for this year, I’ve booked off time in May to take about two weeks off to get things sorted out, have a look at my options and see how I get on. Flights aren’t too bad (86€ return) but I need to find a fairly cheap hotel.

I should be able to book it all in March come bonus time.

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This is an apt image of my last two days as all has not been well.  Last night on my way home my wheel buckled out and wrote itself off in quite an annoying and spectacular way…

Doing my exercises, this is as far as I got. Yeah I made a single degree in progress. SUCCESSFUL Y/N?

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Hello,

I’m writing to you again over further delayed services which have caused more levels of inconvenience than needed. This is not to negate the fact the evening Pewsey to Westbury service is constantly late from anywhere between 5 to 15 minutes on a daily basis.

This evening from what I gather was due to either earlier delays due to signalling issues at Reading. This journey I was taking the 2047 from Pewsey to Bristol Temple Meads. This train did not appear at Pewsey until 2105 with no explanation (again lack of communication) to why.

After doing the calculations I was quite sure that I was going to miss my connecting trains (yes, plural).

The service pulled in to Westbury at 2123 and I thought I had at least a decent chance of making it from platform one to platform two with the awaiting 2125 service, the doors unlocked and I very quickly made my way to platform two, only to find that the station staff didn’t have the courtesy to see if the train could be held for less than a minute (in fact they ha just locked the doors when I reached the top of the stairs).

Not only was the annoyance of having the privilege to watch my train depart and see that after waiting 30 minutes at Pewsey station I had the same opportunity to do so at Westbury. But of course why would FGW leave it at that, when a member of staff wandered over to me and said «I guess you’ve already figured out the next one is at five to ten».

I don’t think I can express what I actually wanted to say to his face when that came out, so instead of making a scene (and I would have been justified in going ape shit as I would have expected it to happen should the roles have been reversed) I walked off.

I am absolutely livid from the entire experience from your lack of communication which is pretty much a given when it comes to First Great Western to the unhelpful «not bovvered» attitude of the staff at ground level.

I know I’m going to get some hapless reply with faux apologetic tones and no actual outcome whilst still having the gall to refuse any kind of compensation on the grounds that it’s «not within the terms and conditions», but that’s not going to cut it.

I am YOUR customer, paying YOU a substantial amount of my income and I don’t expect to be treated like this.

I await your reply.

Envoyé de mon iPhone

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So this Saturday was pretty much an utter washout for about a hundred reasons, but let’s just start off with the events only a few hours after it started.

Living in a city centre flat it’s not unusual for cunts druken clubbers to press the intercom every so often at unsocial times in the night. The sound this thing makes is probably louder than the fire alarms, but thankfully I have developped a tolerance of about 1 or 2 buzzes before I wake up with a shock and that shit drops like it’s hot when I’m woken up.

At 3.21 (I remember this as I used it as a part of a venomous rant) it started buzz Buzz BUZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ I literally jump out of bed, slammed my foot on the floor in shock and ribs screaming out like I just been punched. I came up to the intercom and blasted out WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKING WANT, IT’S THREE-TWENTY-FUCKING-ONE IN THE MORNING?!?!?//1/1/1/ONEONEONE she replies I want to speak to Keith, I know he lives on this road, I need to speak to him! I’ve just been mugged and I want to speak to Keith! at this point I enabled tolerance mode, he’s not in this flat, I think he’s either 4 or 1. Do you need the police? she replies No, I want Keith, I want to speak with Keith. Which button are you so I don’t press you again, Keith lives on this street! I tell her I’m the second button to the top and I leave her to it.

She continues to sound the death siren on my intercom regardless. At this point tolerance mode is starting to ware thin, I offered assistance, it was declined, ignored and she’s clearly pissed as a fart.

The next person she gets is the woman below me, who is actually rather nice (she cleaned the entire public areas from ground to top floors carpets, tile floor and dusted with no question just for the sake of it). Much like my greeting was WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, IT’S THREE FUCKING AM, WHAT ARE YOU STUPID?same conversation ensues "I want Keith *blah blah* lives on this street *blah blah*" she mentions the mugging thing, the lady down stairs offers to ring the police which is declined. Like me she then left her to it.

Yet, still continues to buzz every flat in the building. Now I’m already savage about this as she’s got as much help from two random strangers she could ever need chucked it in our faces and is continuing to annoy us, even though it appears Keith either doesn’t fucking live here or he’s not in if he did. It’s also not considering that I have to be up in 90 minutes for work and same thing with the flat below as they both work weekends as well.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BUZZ* *BUZZ* *BUZZ* (and repeat).

I’m just about to pick up the intercom and read her the riot act when the window below opens up and the woman below (who is quite Spanish) basically tells her how it is.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING? IF YOU DON’T WANT THE POLICE THEN FUCK OFF, FUCKING BITCH IT’S THREE AM, GO AWAY, HE’S NOT HERE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, STUPID BITCH" she retorts BUT I’VE BEEN MUGGED DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND I WANT KEITH, HE LIVES HERE, ON THIS STREET, HOW LONG HAVE YOU LIVED THERE? KEITH HAS LIVED HERE LONGER THAN YOU HAVE" now by now I probably would have poured a kettles worth of boiling water on her head, I totally understand that she’s in a shitty place right now, but we tried to help her and actually it’s her problem and not ours that she got mugged. The arguement contnued for another 15 minutes with highlights of FUCKINGSTUPIDFUCKINGBITCHFUCKYOU and KEITH HE LIVES HERE ON THIS STREET.

By about 4am she finally fucks off, where she went who the fuck cares, but maybe she sobered up enough to go find a copper. I know the woman downstairs called them, but at that time on a Saturday morning the ETA for any emergency service is somewhere around an hour by phone. I managed to get less than an hours sleep after that and I was not feeling being awake when I woke up again to go to work.

To and from work I was just hanging, I couldn’t get my brain to spark and it was pretty much information in, garbage out.

Once I got home this over-all tiredness on top of everything kind of made me crack a bit under the pressure. I was lying in bed, well, the sofa as my airbed popped on christmas day and I worked out that for yet another month I’m going to have £150 less than I need to basically exist (because it’s not living I’ll tell you that now). This month is pretty bad, I worked out I can’t watch television for the remainder of the month as I don’t have the electricity to spare (I’m on a pre-payment meter) now when you don’t have any money at all to go out and do things Television is about all you have to keep you from going insane.

I also had only £10 for my food budget, so I sat there feeling guilty because I spent £5 on a taco kit and beef from Tescos as it meant I basically had only enough to buy 40 sausages and 2kg of chips from Iceland (£3) followed by a few instant noodles (at 10p each), toilet roll (ASDA Smart Price) and a few deoderants and shower gells (again all cheap Smart Price stuff) to live off for the rest of the month. It also got to me that I don’t have a pair of socks that isn’t 2 years old and without holes in them, I haven’t bought a new item of clothing probably since 2009 and I pretty much have no social life to speak of.

So I kind of sparked last night and I kind of decided that I have no other option but to stop paying for the debt that is keeping me down still. This means that basically I’m going to have to make an appointment with the CAB to see about IVAs or possibly even Bankruptcy as I can’t keep on top of it any more.

I’ve cut my budget as far down as I could, I’ve even cut in to essential items, I’ve sold as much as I possibly can on eBay, I’ve had to take my car off the road and I might even have to get rid of it and it’s affecting my mental and physical state so severely it’s not healthy to continue like this. But when the end of this month hits and these companies don’t get their cash it’s going to be an onslaught of harassment from debt collection companies which means I’ll basically be scared of picking up my phone again.

I have to ask why does my life have to end up so shit? There must be some kind of logic to this, because I work hard enough for it not to be shit (6 days a week and on call 24/7). But here I am getting ready to cook saussage and chips which I’ve been eating for over a month now.

But on the brightside I have at least lost nearly 2 stone. So there are few positives.

I totally fixed this shit on my own! I did this in a Bristol street to and I kind of expected a police presence at some stage but it took me about five minutes.

I'm no longer a car tard. Woo!

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I’m really starting to get chuffed off with these people now.  Within a period of about 2 hours I got 11 voicemails, all from rather stupid people saying stupid shit.  I picked up on a few of them and put the phone down when clearly I wasn’t working with a human who had more sense than peanut butter.

I have a further three calls to post now.  But I could really do without all the calls.  I might have to give in and get my nuber changed”

Bastards.

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So I’ve acquired a Toronto VOIP number that is presently being spoofed by Telemarketers.  I’m getting varying levels of threatening phone calls.  Here are but a few.  Telephone numbers included to expose the stupid.

I’m a rather angry lady!
I’ll get you!

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And quite frankly today is a shitty day so really I should have just gone back to bed.

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Thursday, 2 April, 2009 - 21:50:

So I’ve decided to do my posts from my Newton Pad. It seems like a
sound concept as I can write to it like paper and transcribe it all back
later on to my blog.

So far today I’ve done nothing at all and it’s not good, I woke up about
1pm when I got something through the door, nothing exciting at all then
I check my email and I got a reply back from Orange, I didn’t get the
job which is a bit pants to be honest as I’m getting bored of being
unemployed. It’s crap, let alone the financial implications alone.

Right now I am watching “Sex Education vs Pornography” it’s all a bit
odd but that’s Channel 4 for you.

Anyways, I’m done with this for now so I might write something later.

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