Drop The Baggage Butterfly!

This new job is going well, Much better than I expected.

All is well, the people, the money, the challenge which is a step but from my previous roles but I’m embracing it and putting the effort in and overcoming.

All is week apart from the travel east every day to Edinburgh which is a pain in the derrière.

Time is money and it’s still worth it, not just for the cash but for the new skills which are more transferable going towards my next role.

That’s how it works.

You can’t go from junior doctor to principal consultant overnight. It’s taking the right steps to take you in the direction you want.

In my case it has been from apprentice engineer in shipbuilding, engineer, draughtsman, cad draughtsman, cad developer, database developer, DBA, database designer, solution designer, solution architect.

In most of those changes, I was at the same company.

For example an engineer in the yards to being a draughtsman was a different skill set is a significant jump.

Similarly at different company, I changed from cad developer to database developer.

Do you know what happens when that occurs?

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Did he jump .. Or was he pushed?

The year has barely started and I’m out of one job and starting another already.

But did he jump or was he pushed?

Did he quit or resign?

A bit of both really. But when push cane to shove I got in first!

Well I was already on the look and had today’s fresh start lined up. A 6 month contract as a Solution Architect at a major financial institution in Edinburgh at a day rate that’s hard to refuse.

Yes I can be bought! 😀

Truth be told though, that last job was a nightmare.

I was bored rigid. Yet somehow squeezed between a rock and a hard place based at a demanding customer site with lack of support from the consultancy down south.

No moans, no slagging off, that’s below me and the job served a purpose of knowing what I don’t want to do but enjoying the easy commute of being back in Glasgow for 6 months.

My probation period is up this Friday coming. My manager made a point of coming up to see me last week.

I knew what was coming. So I got in first.

Now I’m on “garden leave” and they’re paying me for the month.

Whoop-De-Doo!

Shame they don’t know I already had this contract lined up.

Now I find myself heading east towards Edinburgh and looking back in time to the many occasions that I’ve worked there and did this commute before.

The train is much less stressful than the car. A breeze by comparison and gives one time to relax, a bit of browsing, reading or writing.

Looking forward to today, a little bit anxious like any new start, but I’ve did this many times before.

I’m tempted to say .. wish me luck .. but in this life you make your own.

Happy New Year!

Wolf – The Train Monster?

Well that’s just done it ..

The train home from Anderston to Cambuslang after work.

Totally packed, but getting on at Anderston beats the rush of the city, I already have a seat in a six seat booth beside the window facing forward.

Some other people come along and grab the other three corners.

Because we humans are sociable like that!

I’m thinking thank fuck the walrus sitting opposite me didn’t sit beside me … but what was I to know!

At central, it’s rush hour and the platform is packed and every carriage is standing room only.

Two more folk approach the booth, skinny dude and a fucking hippopotamus even fatter than the walrus sitting opposite.

The skinny dude, a gentleman without an option as fatty is pushing ahead, lets her choose her seat, centre facing front or centre facing back.

She chooses front.

Now I’m sitting pinned against the window with her fat arse and elbow pressing against mine.

Fucks sake.

Now she has her phone out playing some stupid game her elbow hitting me every few seconds.

It’s not painful, just extremely annoying.

I can’t stand fat people, it’s bad enough getting caught behind their slow wide wobble when you’re in a rush.

But sitting squeezed in and pushing her not unsizeable bulk into my space is intrusive in the extreme.

I really want to shout at this person … you dirty big fat inconsiderate fuck, why don’t you lose some weight you fucking monster.

But then that would make me the monster.

Maybe I’ll just follow her home, then come back later and murder her in her sleep. 😀

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I had considered writing this as a Train Story without the last paragraph which gives it an extra twisted twist!

Until that point it was going to be ironic, criticising her then turning it on myself.

But that last line is dementedly sick. I like it.

I watched Joker last night, what a performance by Joaquin Phoenix if that doesn’t win the Oscar then their fixed.

Wolf – The Last Goodbye?

It wasn’t the first time she’d said goodbye.

Maybe it won’t be her last.

Maybe?

Over the past 15 years the relationship was ..On .. Off .. On .. Offffffffff .. On .. Off .. On and now finally Off .. or so it seems.

She wasn’t happy that I wasn’t paying her enough attention.

How dare I have the audacity to have a life that doesn’t revolve around her!

Like Galileo or even Copernicus, I was found guilty for highlighting what now seems obvious.

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A Gun At My Head?

It’s been a big year, many changes occurring but nothing too bad or irrecoverable.

2 days at court with the legalities of finally reaching a settlement with my former partner.

She took the stand and laid it on thick. But she lied and I could prove she lied.

At lunch on the second day after I’d shown the evidence they wanted to talk and we settled out of court.

Yep I took a hit, not as bad as it could’ve been after already giving her a 6 figure settlement but she was holding a gun to my head and it was worth taking the hit to keep the house.

Who gifts 6 figures? Seriously?

Not even the judge believed that.

It was my own fault, blindly trusting someone with my hard earned cash, giving them a loan to help them move on, only for it be used against me as a bargaining chip.

I should have got the legal steps in place at the time. My bad.

I made the mistake of treating people the way I expect to be treated. My word is my bond. If I make a promise then that promise will be kept.

It’s a done deal and life goes on.

The gun is no longer at my head. The mortgage has been paid off. There’s still money in the bank.

Life is good.

Now that the stress has been removed it’s time to have some fun!!

Back on the Train Gang!

A new day, a new chapter. No more working in Livingston with a 3 hour daily commute.

I’m back working in central Glasgow … Yay!!

Back to that horrible ugly city I love so well.

Horrible? Ugly?

Well by comparison with Rome, Florence, Barcelona etc.

But I guess even those cities have their dark seedy sides.

That’s not to say that Glasgow doesn’t have its beauty, of course it does.

The Kelvingrove art galleries, Peoples Palace, Gallery of Modern Art, Burrell Collection, House for an Art Lover, Science Museum, Transport Museum.

But enough of the culture!

Glasgow is a people city, great shopping streets full of bars and restaurants. Many many music venues including 3 large arenas, the Hydro, Exhibition Centre and Clyde Auditorium within stepping distance of each other.

Then there’s the football. Celtic Park, Ibrox and Hampden.

Glasgow is also the gateway to the beautiful Loch Lomond and the highlands.

So it might not be the prettiest city .. but what’s not to love?

It’s like going out with a fat girl she might not be the best looking but she has inner beauty and nice tits! 🙂

Anyway, I’m back on the train, a 10 minutes train ride to the city centre and back writing again.

Please Just Fuck Off!

It’s the half night

The half light

I’m wide awake

When I should be sound

 

She’s been texting

Her anxiety increasing

With my lack of response

But I was asleep to be fair

 

She wants me

She misses me

She wants me to fuck her

To do anything I want

 

She asks

Do I miss her?

Do I not love her?

Why don’t I love her?

 

All that angst and anxiety

While I was in the land of nod

Dreaming about nothing at all

And certainly not her

 

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