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i don't work for the central services anymore, not as a data entry technician or in any pother capacity. you see, i got the sack. this was about 2 months ago and then i landed a contract job at a very nice place with very nice people and then as my month was up, i managed to land a job from now until august at somewhere rather prestigious, so i think i will write the central services agency off my cv now. you know why i got the sack? well i was there for like a month and it was september. obviously i was in a bad place at the time, rather down in spirits so to speak. well things took a turn for the better after i was sacked and i moved to a nice area and i landed a nice job and now i am quite happy. i got a haircut and i had some of that laser eye surgery so now i think i look much better.
i'd like to say "**** you" to pat, my ex-boss for not having the guts to sack me face to face, but to leave an email in my inbox on the day i took off for laser eye surgery (a friday no less). when eye arrived home, eyes streaming, i went to bed and took some tablets which made me rather drowsy so i did what drowsy people do. i operated some heavy machinery and did the school run. anyways laster that night i logged on to find an email from pat saying "dont bother coming back in". such an asshole. not like i liked the job or anything, but **** you anyway. id also like to say thank you for freeing me up from the hell hole that is central services agency in belfast. they can suck my square root and stick it in a pi.
anyways i am much happier now. my feet smell a bit though. i bought some atheletes foot stuff but it doesnt seem to have help. its like a white scaly stuff on my heel. i would buy that heel repair cream from boots but im afraid they may think i wear high heels and brand me a transvestite.
speaking of transvestites, on my first day in my new job last week, my work mates took me out for a fry in a wee diner neasrby and there was a fully fledged transvestite, bona fide, no doubt about it chums. pink cardigan, stubble, poorly applied fake tan, adams apple and a linford christie down the right leg. put me right off my sausage and mushrooms man. egg went down a treat though.
there;s this christmas market in belfast city centre, all sorts of foreign food and beers. its fantastic. ive been down every day, in fact on thursday i was at it for 5 hours. my mates were like "what the hell do you do down there for five hours?" well i was drinking german beers of various strengths. i couldnt drive home that evening so i left my car where it was parked. then on saturday i went to the market to drink again so my car had to be left a second night. i woke up in my new boss's house on saturday afternoon with a sore head. luckily he lives near where my car was parked so i made my way home. my boss left work early today to get a gold tooth. he'll not be sacked, not like i was. we are good people.
good story. always a good thing when people get out of jobs they hate. life's good for me, thanks, too. can't wait to get out of dunstable though, i hate it. will be moving to st albans with a few blokes from work in january, really looking forward to that.
decided to stop going to visit people in other parts of the country whenever i have some time of work, as it's too knackering, especially as it usually involves heavy drinking. well, not completely stop, but not do it every time.
Much Happier Now 
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