Kévin

As usual it has been a long old time since I have actually posted something on to this long running LiveJournal, I've had quite a bit on my plate so between being sick and exhausted I didn't have much time to function and think more than a crappy Facebook status or a report.

Sorry about that folks, so here is the run down.

There was a rather large manif on the 14 june over the loi travail being forced in to play by the government using the article 49.3 to force through an unpopular modification to the law.  Basically no syndicate agrees to it and it's got people pretty heated up as expected.

But then there are the casseurs who join in to protests like this and just destroy shit.  This was no exception and I woke up with lacrymogène in my room from where the police were having a bit of a gas and projectile volley with the casseurs.

Not really what I was expecting to wake up to on that day and it nearly made me late for work.  There are a few photos I took of the protest from my gates and the aftermath.

The next event was pretty much life as usual, but I ended up coming down with some kind of god awful virus and to further get in my way of being able to leave my apartment, I had an allergic reaction to my washing powder.  So here I am with the ritualistic vomits and covered in a rash head to toe.  I can't say that was the best time of my life, but we all have to deal as we go.

I'm also now on the job hunt as I need something more stable and less night based.  My sleeping patterns can't take this any more, if I want to be up during the day I need to either not sleep the day before, disco nap or go full nuit blanche in to the following morning.  And that is being far too troublesome to be healthy or allowing me to fully function as a human being.

This is why I have a particular urgency to rectify my sleeping needs, because try being in an interview when there is no functional language working in your head and baggage under your eye balls, it's not a recette pour succès as they say.

I still also have Madame K in the house, she's flying in and out of heat and her peak horny is between 2h-6am, so I am on the hunt for catnip so I can get her high as balls and to chill the hell down for at least one night of uninterupted sleep.  Because she spends all her time screaming her little face off to get some kinky time with any cat in the area, she ends up sleeping all day to then keep me up all night.

As for today, you probably guessed I'm playing the 'how long can I stay awake before I have to nap or can I continue my day as a zombie' game.  I'm not too sure of the success of this as I can't find enough to keep me occupied on television until I crash out.  Sigh.

So i again have a rather good day but it was amusing while being unamused at the same time.

this morning i was cycling to work as you do, i tried to mount a kerb but failed and stratigically fell off my bike. as far as i was concerned it was no big deal. however a man in a fuschia ford ka decided to literally laugh out loud when seeing this.

i don’t fully understand as it wasn’t even funny, plus when you’re sat in that mockery of a motor vehicle you have no right to laugh at anybody else foo.

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This is the basic run down: push pad on wall, door slides open. Simples?

No, clearly not. Every day I’m spending some time in this waiting room and I have actually lost count of the people who have quite violently slammed on the glass door itself looking upset the door won’t open.

Sometimes people help them, but if it’s just me I leave them to it. You can’t be that stupid and expect to get inside, thems the rules. I don’t make them, it’s just Darwinism at work. If we were all tarded out to not be able to get food or shelter the human species wouldn’t have made it terribly far. So consider this a test.

Of course I’ll let you decide on the difficulty factor here yourselves:

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I got told off by some jumped up station staff for dashing (ie running) to catch my connection. He even shouted out « slow down you have plenty of time » in a snarky tone. Yeah plenty of time is waiting if I miss the train on the next platform.

Even more obstructive than his attitude was the fact they turn off the information boards after 6pm so you can never quite tell what is happening on the other platforms unless you’re there.

And of course I don’t want to be running around after trains but you know, of they keep making them late I’ll keep pissing on your chips.

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I feel the need to uncontrollably vomit everywhere.

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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.

Taking public transport on a day to day basis unfortunately leaves you rubbing elbows with the great unwashed.

Normally this can be a bit grim, but sometimes there can be one beacon of hope in the slurry. This was not one of those moments.

At Westbury station they have automatic glass sliding doors that keep cold out and heat in. In a supermarket they would be operated by frickin laser beams that open and close them for you, but not here as they’d stay open all the time and everybody would die of hypothermia.

So to make the system work they installed big push pads for people to push to open. Unfortunately for some people this can be a touch confusing.

Which leads me to this particular woman, she arrives to the door, stands, looks around as if « this should be open now » she then spots the sticker on the door pointing to the push pad located on the wall, with the instructions « «— Push To Open ».

So she reaches out with her finger and pushes the sticker on the glass door, once, twice, thrice, fourfivesixseven891011121314 times looking rather annoyed with this bloody piece of electrical garbage before somebody on the inside feels pity for her and pushes the relevant pad on the wall and lets her in.

Face palm.

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What ever happened to personal responsibility? You failed your exams and it’s nobody else’s fault but your own.

Study and do it again and stop wasting the court’s time and our tax money for this frivolous law suit.

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