I has a job!

Somebody actually employed me! I have scored a job at an electronics retailer called Maplin. And thanks goodness for having done so, I was starting to wonder how the hell we were going to pay next month's rent. The pay is shit, but it is a job, and I will keep looking for a better job. I might even look at getting forklift certification, or construction site certification which will lead to higher paying jobs hopefully.

Things have been kind of slow around here in between looking for jobs. We have been trying to keep our spending to a minimum until we get a few paycheques under our belt. That's not to say we have been standing around staring at the wall. Our new library cards are being used frequently and we went to the Bristol Museum the other day. I still just get a kick out of going for a walk and stumbling across fantastic old buildings that have been standing here for centuries.

I have just remembered a story that you might find amusing. Back when we were staying at the hostel there was a particularly rowdy group of schoolboys also staying there as part of a football tour or something. Now I don't mind rowdy kids, just so long as they are more or less kept under control by an adult or two. But it seemed that the coaches really didn't give a rats arse what their kids were up to. The young lads made it their modus operandi to tear around the dormitory halls and up and down the stairwells screaming and swearing every fucking night, anywhere from about 10pm onwards into the wee hours of the morning! The first night this happened I was so damn tired that I managed to fall asleep regardless. The second night it kept me up well past midnight and woke me up only briefly at about 2am. The third night however, I could stand it no longer. At about 1:30am I snapped. I waited until the little fuckers sounded close to my dorm door and then launched myself out of bed and stormed towards the door. Swinging the door wide open I was immediately confronted by about 6 young boys staring at me from across the hallway, not 4 feet away (their room appeared to be directly opposite mine). I then proceeded to scream at them in the most terrifying voice I could muster, "It's two'o'clock in the fucking morning! You little cunts better learn how to shut the fuck up real quick or you'll all be sleeping on the fucking sidewalk tonight!!!" (actual transcript, by the way), all the while threateningly waving my finger at them like the angry old man that I was. They went dead silent until one of them managed to croak a feeble "sorry". I was left there for a brief moment staring at them, fuming. I realised what a sight it must have been, me standing there in nothing but my boxer shorts, face red with rage, spitting at them as I screamed. I hastily retreated to my dorm, realising that I must have woken up everyone that hadn't already been awake, most certainly anyone in my dorm anyway.