I'm gettin in to work 14:37 in the car singing at the top of me voice to cupids chokehold by Gym Class Heroes. I pass a few co-workers while i'm headed to park me car (round the back cos theres no spaces left, i wish i was earlier or later then i'd get parked right at the front door) One of workers i pass is one i get changed next to, who shall be the character of the day.
A small fellow, the looks of roland rat and the dress sense of Dr Who. wearing 2 hats and a rupert the bear scalf and stands around 5'4' tall. Always seen with at least 1 or 2 coats on as well even in summer.
I count the steps on my job that i have to keep an eye on. 93 steps, from one end of the process to the other, over 8hrs a day or evening.
Best time is the break time. sitting with the characters in there you could make the best Big Brother or even a sitcom, depending who u sit with it's either random comedy, depressing work talk of what is to come in the future or utter boredom from ppl who just couldn't make u laugh unless they fell off their seats in front of u.
Met a fwe new starters at work too. So many of them around these days. One that never really speaks and has a face like a well smacked arse and another who looked like a fat Lily Allen. ahh well. they say everyone has a twin in the world, just hope mines not so close to home, and not better looking than me.
No 'real' action at work this time. all ran pretty smoothly had to do a 5 min job which made me sweat like mad in the stupid heat that u get used to until u have to do something physical.
finish time comes around and yay, time to go home. It's like beign back at school. everyone nashing to get out asap.
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just better check you're not my twin - get it out the way before it causes trouble - 1) have you got a shell? 2) do people say you look like a medium-sized terrapin?
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