On Friday midday after another week, only 55 hours mind you, not the usual 60, this rather beautiful, even stunning, manageress of a hairdressers I deliver to about 3 times a week in Peterbrough remarks as I come through her door “ My god you look shattered”. Well when someone as beautiful as her, shoots you down in flames, it kinda hurts, even though I have only ever seen her sitting…… in incredible dress style at her front desk, therefore I can only presume she walks as well as talks, as she has a different dress on every time. Qed.
What is it about hairdressers, and I have known a few, even slept with them, and lived with them…..mirror mirror on the wall who is stunning make up and all.
So having gone in there thinking I am still 27 mental age, crash bang wallop, well not quite past the sell by date, but the knocks are beginning to show (poetic licence).
Of course as on Tuesday when another lady remarked “are you happy in your work”, a smile helps them but also me, yet a troubled mind does not lend itself to smiling.
When I was long distance driving, I could contemplate my steering wheel and think of times gone by. Hence some of the older post entries on this blog. Making 72 deliveries and several collections, there is not much time to compile a memoirs , hence the slow down in building this insight into Allan Sharpe and what makes him tic or toc …or even rock!!!
My depot manager is intrigued. He is a nice bloke, though suffers from the headless chicken syndrome, such are the things that go wrong wrong wrong. ( 9 drivers leave in one week replaced by 7 guinea pigs to be trained, by the likes of 12 week wonder …yes me). I did make a suggestion last week how to resolve a certain problem of identification of timed deliveries, which was not rocket science, and only what other firms do. At least they said good idea, and lets do it, sort it Allan, which I did. Lets see on Monday if they don’t forget.
The Manager has asked me what I have done before, because of the way I have typed up analysis of my own observations for him. So I told him a bit, not much, just headline bullet points. He said so this is just a job then, yes I said, a port in a storm, I have done better, but such is age discrimination. Ah back to the age page.
But I don’t let this lot down, I have never let anyone down, I don’t think. I have always given my all, and communicated as and when I could.
This is now turning philosophical, but I have been let down by people moving goalposts and deceit of late. There is no need to name names when they read this they will know I am referring to them. You do all you can for someone and they take all you give and then don’t find the time of day for you, but only for others.
Its called backing the wrong horse, and it becomes a battle of heart and mind as they play computer and mind games with you via the internet.
I used to spend a lot of time playing Civilisation a strategy computer game where you start as a caveman and end up as a space man and Emperor of an Empire. Now I play all manner of games on King.com the world’s largest casual gamming site, where you can be pinball wizard, tenpin striker, scrabble champion, card maverick, snooker master. You can also chat to and make friends. You can also make enemies.
These social networking sites suck in some weirdo’s who masquerade in the anonymity of the internet. There are also a lot of lonely unhappy players, who try to relax and play games, escape their reality of life as they know it. Some say they are happily married and yet night after night , hour after hour, they are on line playing computer games and flirting.
However, just like Eastenders, King is a soap opera. Sexual perverts abound, mind game players too, players that lead you up a garden path and pretend it is a golden path. All the time they are flirting with others, and when you discover the truth, its game over player 1.
Don’t change, don’t change your mind, for I have not changed mine.
I am still the same person, but you are not, and if you were, I would not have been here with you at the start. So now it’s over and I will depart.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ht8JDbWUM1E
Summer came and passed away,
Hardly seemed to last a day,
But it's over,
And what can I do.
Music playin' in the air,
Silence on a darkened stair,
Cos it's over,
And what can I do.
It's over, It's over, all over,
It's over all over now,
And the way you looked
Don't even mean I'm down.
(It's over)
When you kick out the sea
And the sun says goodbye
There is nothing much to speak of.
(Getting down, down)
(It's all over)
(Getting down, down, down)
(Hurry baby, it's all over now, rose up to see)
Lookin' over sunny days,
(Searchin', searchin')
Searchin' for the righteous wave,
'Cos it's over,
All gone, what can I do
Lookin' from the distant shore,
(Distant shore)
You ain't sailin' by no more,
'Cos it's over,
(It's over)
And what can I do.
It's over, It's over, all over,
It's over all over now,
And the way you looked
Don't even mean I'm down.
It's over, over
(It's over)
When you kick out the sea
And the sun says goodbye
There is nothing much to speak of.
(Getting down, down)
(It's all over)
(Getting down, down, down)
Ha, it's over, it's over, it's over
It's all over
(And what can I do)
Ha, it's over, it's over, it's over,
It's all over
(Oh, it's over, it's over, don't shed a tear for me
it's over, don't shed a tear it's over oh no, it's over)
Devil in Disguise: Elvis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3_Q96eJr1k
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