Am I marine?
For today I have gone commando!
posted by Martyn @ 2:06 PM
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Monday, June 27, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Fucking bastard jobs
So the second interview went as well as I could've hoped for and I was certain I had it in the bag. How fucking wrong could I be? So I got a call last Monday from the agency the job was advertised through saying that I would find out the following day if I got the job or not, so Tuesday came and still no fucking phone call. So I called them myself and they told me that I hadn't got it even though I had interviewed better than the other, but he got it because he had previous experience, fucking damn chicken and egg situation.
So I had to start my job as a steward at a U2 concert about fiftenn minutes after said phone call, grrr! Looking through people's bags confiscating all bottles (glass or otherwise) and cans and checking people's tickets making sure they were going in through the right gate etc. The support was quite good, the Bravery were on first followed by Snow Patrol then U2, obviously! So when U2 came onstage we were allowed into the venue to keep an eye on the crowd, yeah right! I suppose the show was alright, even though Bono is a right fucking tit! Jesus and Jew you know it's true! We finished soon after eleven but didn't get back to Liverpool until about one, fucking damn East Lancs Road, I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Wednesday, pretty much the same scenario, thought the support was Idlewild and Athlete and I didn't see U2 but it was exactly the same set as the previous night so I didn't miss out on anything. Instead I had to stand outside the stadium and stop people from trying to blag themselves in. Then once the gig had finished I had to stop people from getting back in after already coming out, honestly, some people do not know the meaning of no re-admittance. So this one guy tried to come back in and I said he couldn't, he started to make a fuss and tried pushing past me, I pushed him back and he fell over backwards, fucking gimp! Then the fucking East Lancs Road again, I FUCKING HATE YOU!
So Friday I was a steward again, this time for a Madness gig at Delamere Forest about fifteen miles from Runcorn which is about half an hour from Liverpool, so in all it should've taken us about an hour to get there. Two hours and twenty minutes later we got there, the woman who was driving the minibus (co-incidentally the same woman that took us to Manchester) hadn't a fucking clue, dumb bitch, I FUCKING HATE YOU! Anyway, I was checking tickets and bags at the outer gate so I only saw a couple of songs when I was on my break, that I got seven hours and ten minutes into my shift, and lasted a whopping ten minutes. Drank some beer with my fellow stewards on the bus on the way back, beer that I had managed to confiscate and promised to look after, ah well never mind! We were back in Liverpool in little over an hour after we told her which way to go, I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMB BITCH!
Fuck me this is a long blog!
So on Saturday, the Beautiful South were playing, piss of piece. I was even deemed important enough to have a walkie talkie, WHOOP! The event passed off without incident and I got back to Liverpool at about one, picked up a pizza and made my way back to L's to shower, unwind, eat my pizza and have a glass of wine. So I got to sleep at about three and had to be up at half five to go to Blackpool to steward the Blackpool marathon, I know, I know, I just keep on living that dream!
So I had leftover Margherita pizza for my breakfast at half six whilst on the bus, mmmm! Then when I got to Blackpool I had the most boring job ever - standing at the far end of the marathon making sure that the runners ran the right way. When I was done I got a lift back into Blackpool in the back of a riot van, which was kinda fun. I also caught the sun quite a bit, so hopefully I have the start of a decent tan which I can hopefully develop before I go to Florida in September.
Other things which have happened:
So I had to start my job as a steward at a U2 concert about fiftenn minutes after said phone call, grrr! Looking through people's bags confiscating all bottles (glass or otherwise) and cans and checking people's tickets making sure they were going in through the right gate etc. The support was quite good, the Bravery were on first followed by Snow Patrol then U2, obviously! So when U2 came onstage we were allowed into the venue to keep an eye on the crowd, yeah right! I suppose the show was alright, even though Bono is a right fucking tit! Jesus and Jew you know it's true! We finished soon after eleven but didn't get back to Liverpool until about one, fucking damn East Lancs Road, I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Wednesday, pretty much the same scenario, thought the support was Idlewild and Athlete and I didn't see U2 but it was exactly the same set as the previous night so I didn't miss out on anything. Instead I had to stand outside the stadium and stop people from trying to blag themselves in. Then once the gig had finished I had to stop people from getting back in after already coming out, honestly, some people do not know the meaning of no re-admittance. So this one guy tried to come back in and I said he couldn't, he started to make a fuss and tried pushing past me, I pushed him back and he fell over backwards, fucking gimp! Then the fucking East Lancs Road again, I FUCKING HATE YOU!
So Friday I was a steward again, this time for a Madness gig at Delamere Forest about fifteen miles from Runcorn which is about half an hour from Liverpool, so in all it should've taken us about an hour to get there. Two hours and twenty minutes later we got there, the woman who was driving the minibus (co-incidentally the same woman that took us to Manchester) hadn't a fucking clue, dumb bitch, I FUCKING HATE YOU! Anyway, I was checking tickets and bags at the outer gate so I only saw a couple of songs when I was on my break, that I got seven hours and ten minutes into my shift, and lasted a whopping ten minutes. Drank some beer with my fellow stewards on the bus on the way back, beer that I had managed to confiscate and promised to look after, ah well never mind! We were back in Liverpool in little over an hour after we told her which way to go, I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMB BITCH!
Fuck me this is a long blog!
So on Saturday, the Beautiful South were playing, piss of piece. I was even deemed important enough to have a walkie talkie, WHOOP! The event passed off without incident and I got back to Liverpool at about one, picked up a pizza and made my way back to L's to shower, unwind, eat my pizza and have a glass of wine. So I got to sleep at about three and had to be up at half five to go to Blackpool to steward the Blackpool marathon, I know, I know, I just keep on living that dream!
So I had leftover Margherita pizza for my breakfast at half six whilst on the bus, mmmm! Then when I got to Blackpool I had the most boring job ever - standing at the far end of the marathon making sure that the runners ran the right way. When I was done I got a lift back into Blackpool in the back of a riot van, which was kinda fun. I also caught the sun quite a bit, so hopefully I have the start of a decent tan which I can hopefully develop before I go to Florida in September.
Other things which have happened:
- Shouted at an Indian guy after he pissed me off on the bus back from Blackpool, something about the F1 Grand Prix the previous week!
- Got pissed yesterday after drinking a lot of beer in the sun!
- Applied for a couple of jobs (note to self, must apply for more jobs!)
- Had sex for the first time in what seems like weeks!
- Bought underwear for L, grrr!
That's about it.
posted by Martyn @ 5:25 PM
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Thursday, June 09, 2005
A possible job, car and flat???
Had my second interview for the assistant project manager job today, all in all it went very well, hopefully I'll find out if I've got it or not early next week - so fingers crossed then. Then I can concentrate on getting a car, followed quickly by a flat. C'mon TinoB. Apart from that everyhting else is pretty sweet at the moment.
Moved into the new gaff on Sunday, the parents and boyo came down to help me move my stuff and big shout out to L who also helped. We then went to look at cars, as I'll be needing one if and when I get this job. I had my eye on a nice Vauxhall Corsa SXi - Brum brum! But like eveything else, I can only get what I can afford, so the list is quite small, Corsa, Yaris (no, the boot is tiny), Polo (will probably have to be second hand), C2 or 206. But we'll have to wait and see.
Then I can get a flat sorted, hopefully I can get something knocked off the rent by my new boss. Well, you don't get if you don't ask.
In a bit.
Moved into the new gaff on Sunday, the parents and boyo came down to help me move my stuff and big shout out to L who also helped. We then went to look at cars, as I'll be needing one if and when I get this job. I had my eye on a nice Vauxhall Corsa SXi - Brum brum! But like eveything else, I can only get what I can afford, so the list is quite small, Corsa, Yaris (no, the boot is tiny), Polo (will probably have to be second hand), C2 or 206. But we'll have to wait and see.
Then I can get a flat sorted, hopefully I can get something knocked off the rent by my new boss. Well, you don't get if you don't ask.
In a bit.
posted by Martyn @ 11:52 AM
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