Post It King

More symbolism from your self proclaimed King of Bellyaches. I seem to have been working my little ginger conkers off all week and yet still find I'm as frustrated as a spider trying to get out of the bath. Everytime I get anywhere another delivery of stress and ballache arrives first class on my desk. I'm actually getting RSI in my little finger which I hold up like a toff drinking wine when I type. I'm typing that much. I often don't know whether I'm coming or going.

Mind you all this hassle, stress and graft does mean two things. 1: My mortgage is being paid. 2: I have something to bitch to you good people about.

I haven't hit the comments much today due to the extreme aggravation involved in providing quotes and planning in training. GAME want 20/30 inhouse telehandlers, LCT want all manner of CPCS stuff. I have an Abrasive Wheels course in at the moment as well as an NRSWA. All of this means sweet FA to you.

To be fair it means the same to me really. My day is driven by one thing at the moment. Money. The folding variety.

I saw something blippable yesterday on the street but decided against it. To put it in the politest terms I can (unlike me) it was a piece of used contraception with odd looking material on both the outside and in. It was on a terraced street to (albeit a scummy one) which suggests it'd either been thrown out the window or someone had committed what could only be described as an abhorrence of nature on the road.

I got a message from a girl on Match who 'claimed' to be an English girl living in Norfolk, and on her profile was a picture of Russian *ahem* specialist actress Cosette Ibara (the user clearly didn't believe a man of my repute would identify a Russian porn star with such ease). I replied with 'where in Nigeria would you like me to send the cheque'. Shortly after her profile disappeared.

Tonight I'm playing pool with Lee. Tomorrow I'm handing over £62 to my old mate Dave in order to attend his stag weekend in November (same weekend as my birthday) and on Sunday I'm hitting the Rugby 7's international thing in London. I'm not really a rugby fan but I can't pass up the offer of a days drinking.

So I've had to start offering a feature on my journal: The Gazweasel Moment. The esteemed blipper Gazweasel pointed out I should find one moment of joy in everyday, which I aim to share with you. Here is todays:

Yesterday I attended site and secured around £5000 (hopefully) of new business for a local vagabond and rogue. My boss should be happy

More fun and games tomorrow as Frantic Friday kicks in.