Another Tough Day

TW: Suicide, Self Harm, vomiting.

Today has been a tough day for me, but let me go back to Friday first before I get to today.

Friday afternoon I went with mum and dad (step) to go and get a CT scan.  While there my dad had an X-ray on his knee (he needed one anyway and they said drop in when you are free for this).  The reason for my mums CT scan was a shadow across her chest which came up in another scan.  They have more or less written off Lung Cancer (thankfully) but it was a nervous time for us all, especially so close to Christmas time.

After the scan I went home and got ready to my work Christmas Do.  This had been weeks in planning by the work teams, but I was not going to go.  It was only 48 hours before that I ended up being convinced to go, after a few people dropping out and several people haranguing me to do so.   I met my colleagues at the pub, had a few drinks beforehand with them, and then we went onto the venue, where the company card was behind the bar and even more drinks were had.

All said, I left at around quarter past midnight, well socially lubricated, having danced most of the night and had a great time all in all.  I got home by Uber, and was only sick once from all the Jack and Coke I had, the acid was brutal though.

That same day (Friday) I also found out that my colleagues sister had tried to kill herself.  She had taken medication, slashed her wrists and was found somewhere by a stranger who took her to hospital.  The same girl also has recently found out that her fathers new partner (to be wife) has skin cancer and had to have a large portion of her leg removed.  She told me these things and I tried to support her and talk to her where I can, but I know that she has a strong support structure to help her out when she needs it.

Back to Saturday I did not do very much at the weekend, being that I was hungover and in truth I like to not do much on the weekends because I work all the time during the week and want to relax.  Which is a nice transition into today.

Today I got back to work and found out that while I was off “Bombshell Friday” had struck again.  Fridays are the day where something comes out where there is a problem and there is a scrabble to try and resolve it, but more often than not it can’t be done immediately and so there is a chaotic start to the week which can potentially drag on weeks or months depending on the issue.  Guess what, this time it was my fault.

I made a mistake, the mistake came back to bite me, and now I had to work to resolve it.  Unfortunately this mistake is on a project that I have made mistakes on previously, which only fed into making me feel worse about the issue.  I have spent the whole day trying to fix the issue, and speaking to the relevant internal teams and externally affected individuals to get things back on track.  It is not a one day fix, but it has ended up consuming my time, on something I am a little lost in trying to resolve and struggling with.

That word, struggling, is basically what is I feel at work.  I speak for myself here, but I know that the other people on my team feel it, but we are all trying to balance too many jobs.  I feel I am doing this the worst out of everyone as I keep having to resolve issues and fix things as part of the work I am doing, and they should have been spotted a long time ago but weren’t.  Before you ask who should have spotted them, I should have.

I spoke to one of my colleagues about the fact I am going to call a meeting with my manager, because I am doing too much.  Last year I had one job, and one job only at this time of year.  This year I am trying to juggle 3 and smattering of smaller jobs.  I feel like I have too much work to do, and because of this I am letting things slip.  Too many jobs means I am making mistakes in all three of them, and there is just too much for me to handle in one go.  When discussing how many issues we should be dealing with at a time, it was mentioned in someones previous job they handled 2 each maximum.  My team is 4FT and 1 PT, and we currently dealing with 76.  That is just not OK.

Work is really dragging me down mentally, because I don’t stop thinking about it.  I think about it when I wake up, I dream about it, I am even writing about it now (for good reason, I can justify this).  I work 8-6 Monday to Friday, but this has been known to be until 7 and come in at the weekend, pushing my hours to high 40s or 50s at bad times.  Now for some, that is not a big deal; your doctors and lawyers and nurses of the world, but for someone paid my level, this is not great.  I am working those hours to try and get everything done, and then it turns out that I still cant.  Between April and the end of November this year it worked out that I have done 270 hours of overtime that I billed for.  That works out at 38.5 hours per month, which to me doesnt seem so terrible, but it kinda is.  Every month I work the equivalent of 1 FT employee for a week (standard contract is 35 hours PW).

I am struggling to keep up with all of this, and it is making me more and more stressed.  Add on top my friends who I am helping out (the one above, another was at a funeral today who I was trying to support, my family, and the whole real dad and his partner situation which I don’t know if I have talked about) and I am feeling like there is just too much going on.

Circling back, I wanted to tell my manager that I would like to have some of the work taken off my plate, because I am struggling to cope with all of it.  I even wanted to tell him to take away the promotion that I have had, because if I am a lower level, then they can’t make me do the things that they are asking at the moment.  I ran this past my colleague and he agreed that we all do too much, but that I shouldn’t give the company the opportunity to pay me less.  The work would still be the same, and in his opinion (he has 8 years experience on me) the work we are doing alot of the time should not be signed off by someone of our level, but rather someone one or two levels above us.

Why don’t I change position?  I have thought about it and looked and applied in some cases, but in truth every specification I read I don’t feel I even come close to being able to do the things they say.  Christ, I read my own job specification online and feel like I can’t do the things on that.  A friend on another team has suggested I go for a junior coding position on her team and has put my name forward for the potential role (depending on the budget) next year, but even that I feel I will be bad at.

I know I have problems with feeling inadequate (Insert Coach Carter Speech here (which is amazing by the way)), but I just feel confused and not good enough and like every single day I am just battling to keep my head afloat at work.  Today was an 8-6 and quite frankly I am sure that tomorrow will be the same and it is Christmas Eve.

If I didn’t need the money so badly I would take a job where I could just turn off and have minimum responsibilities.  That would be the dream right now, but the reality is I have to have money to help my family, to try and move out of my parents home and to try and make something of myself.  I am 30 years old, I should not be living here, but that’s a whole other rant which ends up in another hole altogether.

It has been a long time since I wrote this much in one post, or even in one go at all.  This is really going back to the streams of consciousness recollection that this blog was founded on over 5 years ago, and I have just broken 1500 words to get to this point.  In truth, the people who used to read this years ago no longer do, and anyone who stumbles across this now will view this as a dated form of expression in a world of YouTube and short form, fast consumption content.  I just find this cathartic and getting this out of my head will hopefully make it easier to process and hopefully mean I can sleep and tackle tomorrow in a healthier and more balanced way.

I hope that I do not fall into the “likes and views are verification of my self worth” hole that I used to have, because I do know I do that sometimes, checking my stats.  Truthfully, if I have more than 2 views a day I think I am doing amazingly.  I think I got one of those notifications that my blog was “on fire” when it hit 30 in a day.  How pathetic really, but if anyone has ready this far (highly doubtful) then I commend you on reading the ramblings of an idiot like me.

I think it is time for me to stop now and watch some Brooklyn 99 or something light hearted to keep me distracted and away from sliding further down.  I think carrying on with The Witcher (which is brilliant so far) would be bad because it has some darker themes.  Same applies to most of the shows I would like to watch now, so I will stick to this for now and see how I feel.

To anyone who has read this far, thank you.  For Netty, thank you once again for being a chronicle of my mental state, for listening to my ramblings and for continuing to be a source of knowledge, pain and growth.



Hard Few Days

I have been really struggling the last few days. 

I just fucked up with a customer who I couldn’t get anything to work with and then the girl who constantly undermines me goes and sells £700 worth of goods to them. I fucked up.

I feel like she is better at my job than me and quite frankly I want to leave. I want to just crawl into a hole and not hole out.

Yesterday’s post you can see I just fucked up with everything I said on a night out. Tonight I am supposed to be out for my Christmas do, and one of the other team members father has just got cancer. She found out today.

I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to be anywhere but in my room on my laptop disconnected from real people and the real world. I don’t even want to see my girlfriend because I fucked up with her not remembering she had a camera shoved up her nose yesterday.

I’m spiralling and I know it. I’ve put on a fair bit of weight lately and it is upsetting but I can’t stop eating because I always seem to be hungry. Or I will go a whole day and won’t eat at all. It’s just fucked up.

I can’t explain all of it properly because I don’t even understand it all myself. But I am not in a great place. I want to cry but part of me knows that is accepting that I am a wuss and once again unable to control myself.

If I say anything I feel like an attention seeker. If I walked into work right now I know they are talking about how I fucked up. I know the girls last night think I’m an idiot, I know my girlfriend is annoyed at me and struggling with her own work and life issues. I am just a pussy.

I just want it all to stop. All of it to stop.

Not As Smooth Anymore

Today I have been very quiet at work. People picked up on it and asked me what it was all about and I just said to them it was home stuff and I didn’t want to talk about it. Most didn’t pursue it any further than that and that was great. I managed to put on a bit more of a mask as the afternoon and evening wore on, so people didn’t care anymore so that was good.

I got invited out to go to a leaving do for a girl I have mentioned on here previously and her best friend. Both were employed by the company I work for, and both have left because their line manager is basically a joke. The meal ended up being me and 4 girls. I was expecting another guy, but he bailed.

I effectively turned into the biggest arsehole this evening. I am pretty certain every single thing that came out of my mouth insulted one of the four women present. The one sitting opposite me ended up getting thoroughly pissed at me but masked it well. You know when you just get that tone, yeah, I got that.

I even managed to insult the girl that I used to like. How on earth I did that I don’t even know, but effectively I suffered a serious case of foot in mouth syndrome tonight.

I am not sure how to talk to women anymore. I get accused of being a flirt, of being a charmer and all these things, but when it comes down to it, actually talking to a woman in a friendly situation I am absolutely useless. I used to be so good at it and now I just seem to insult and upset those around me of the fairer sex.

I think I am rather lucky to have a girlfriend who doesn’t think I am a complete tosser. Though I completely forgot that she was having a camera shoved down her nose today. Shitty boyfriend of the year over here.

How did I get so bad. Seriously.

Stressing Out

I am pushing my girlfriend away.  Yesterday we ended on a bad note and I didn’t bother to reply to her text message where she finally saw that I am actually an arsehole at times.  Today she didn’t text me all day and when she did in the evening when I theoretically would have finished work on a normal day I was short, and told her I am going to stop talking to her before I snap at her.  It wasn’t personal, it is just I knew I would.    I could almost guarantee it.


I finally sat down with my stepfather after giving him another £500 to find out what is going on with the home finances.  I looked at his income and my mothers, as well as mine, the outgoings which we could not push and were fixed every month like mortgages and insurance, and the variable costs. My finance brain went in and my step dad was surprised at how I approached everything in the way that I did.  I told him in no uncertain terms that I have handed over well over £3000 in the last 4 months, and that I need to know how deep a hole we are in, and what can be done so that moving forward that can make it better.  Effectively, I need to cut my spending down and give them more.


I have got my brother a job at the place I work.  It is a temp contract and he only has 5.5 hrs, but I will be flexing him up to at least 20 whenever I can.  I found out he has been giving my parents money as well.  He shouldn’t be.  He is studying and that should be his focus, not what is going on here.


Today at work I had the head of retail operations in.  He is one of the most influential people in the company.  If I had to hear my deputy manager (who I went and had dinner with the night before and she was lovely) tell one more story about how wonderful she is, or how well traveled or spiritual she is I was going to take the stapler and puncture my carotid artery.  She was absolutely doing my nut.  My store manager is already good friends with him so she didn’t need to impress, and I concentrated more on my job than on impressing him, so that meant I was barely noticed.  Not good for networking, but great for…well fuck all other than proving I am a reasonable supervisor.  Completed nothing of note whatsoever today, and it ended up being a 09:00-20:00 day, with my leaving home at 08:00 and returning at 21:15.  To say I am fucking shattered is an understatement.


The Lady and I

While were were FWB this song would be on a lot around us in the car or whenever we happened to be anywhere where music was played.  It was an inappropriate song so have for the situation we were in, but every time I hear this song I think of her.  Especially this version, because it is more upbeat than the original.

I have spent the last three nights with her, which included a film evening, a walk in the park, some shopping and a considerable amount of unclothed time.  It was really great to talk to her and just relax.  One of the films we watched was Fight Club as she had never seen it before.  I felt the need to educate her on it.  She then asked me some questions and I answered with regards to my past and how my brain used to work when I have been in darker mind frames.  She asked if I knew people who had dealt with these kind of issues and if my own experience had been helpful.  Yes and no was my response.

I dealt with a fair bit of it before my head went a little crazy, but I dealt with less of it as I went past it myself.  Either way I know more about myself from it, as well as a better understanding of how to help people who may be suffering.

I am happy.  I may feel isolated at work at times, I may feel like I am struggling with some of my family stuff.  I may even feel like money is tighter than usual and I need one solid month where I do not need to give my family money to get myself back on track.  However I feel pretty good with The Lady.  That is positive enough for me right now.



Conflicted Allegiances

So dating with the FWB was going really well.  I say FWB, I suppose I shouldn’t call her that anymore.  I will go with A.  A and I have been on three dates, and we never slept with each other after a date until the third one.  We did sleep together in between dates though so that kind of negates the whole thing I would say.

Here comes the dilemma.  The Marine and The RAF Guy work for her.  She is their manager and they do not like her.  They think she is ditsy, incompetent, lacking in managerial experience, naive and immature.  They come to me and bitch and moan about her.  The reason they come to me is because I am their friend, but also because they know I will try and look at the situation objectively and see why she has acted in that way from an outside perspective, as well as play Devils Advocate.

Now I went with both of these guys to Belgium and had one of the best times of my life, and we are planning to go somewhere else really soon.  I think that if I told them that I am dating, and possibly going to get into a relationship with their boss, would destroy the trust they have in me, as well as our friendship.

Would they just be happy for me if I told them and just let it all slide? I am doubtful.  The ideal situation would be either for her to leave there and go to another store/new job (unlikely) or them to leave and work elsewhere (much more likely).  That would resolve all of those issues, but they will not be happening anytime soon at this rate.

I want to tell them, but I am scared of the consequences.  For now I have cooled it off with A.  I haven’t talked to her as much and I haven’t seen her in a few days, where I was seeing her minimum twice a week.  I have said I have stuff going on an I need to think, and I do need to think.  What do you think Netty?



New Job, FWB and Life

So it has been a little while since I wrote an update to what has been going on.  Here are the basics

I got put up for a promotion at work for which I had to do an interview.  I am the level below the job, but at a big store so it would be a step up for me to get it.  The person I am against the the level above the job, so would be stepping down to take it, but it is in a much harder store so would be better pay and more of a challenge.  She had more experience than me, but guess what, I smashed it.  They were impressed by my prep work, as well as my passion for the brand and my turn out.  Who knew I am articulate and can actually sell myself when I am honest about my motivations and my goals.

My FWB has been very fun.  We have been meeting up once or twice a week now and it is good.  I saw her two nights in a row and she had a great time by all accounts.  I am the first guy she has been with to give her an orgasm through penetrative sex, and I can understand why, but I won’t go into the details, this is a reasonably family friendly blog! By leaving my job she will no longer be next door to me so it will be more difficult to meet her, but it will distance us, which is good as she is concerned she may develop feelings.  Also, apparently unusually, her tennant in her house likes me because I can chat crap with him, and her best friend described me as “well spoken and not her usual type”.  Her best friend also appologised to me as she had texted me off the FWB’s phone and said some things which made me sound like I was not performing in my duties, but she was being a wind up artist.  I took it seriously and questioned the FWB later on, and she explained the joke, and actually got the best friend to appologise when she met me because she realised I am not a complete dickhead, nor am I bad at what I do.  There was curiosity in her eyes, but I am not going to be a dick.

Engaged girl and The RAF guy went for a drive after work one night with one of her friends.  We went for a drink then drama occurred and she is no longer engaged (again).  This one was much harder to do as myself and the RAF guy were with her to talk her down.  She had chemistry with me, as well as having now slept with RAF guy while engaged so it was inevitable that she would break off her engagement.  I woke up at 7 that day, with only 3 hours sleep.  I did a full shift at work and then went out with them and dealt with all their drama, not getting home until 5:30am the next day, where I had to be up a few hours later to get back to work.  I was shattered, but she was ok and so was he, so that is all that matters.

Speaking of the RAF guy, I had him on the phone last night.  He had a minor freak out after basically not sleeping for the last 6 days and is hallucinating, as well as really struggling with a few other demons.  I had to talk him down, as well as give him direct orders as to what he needed to do to get his life back on track.  They were not life changing, but sometimes giving someone a focus can help them power through what they are dealing with, and even help them get past it.

I am growing my beard out again and I like it.  I keep getting compliments on it and it is getting thicker which is always good.  My brother has started his new job at a supermarket to make some money.  What he hasn’t told my parents is that he is deferring a year at university, which will mean he is home for another year.  That will go down badly I suspect, I did not even consider that option when I went as it would have been sacrilegious, but you never know, he always gets away with everything.

This is my current jam.  I play it on repeat and it may not be the best track, but I can zone out to it and work/walk/focus/do whatever to it

I tried to sprint to the bass drop, I nearly died that was so hardcore.

This chick who I have liked the entire time I have been in my location has finally admitted she likes me and has learnt how to be more flirty because of me.  I am outrageous with her, and we get mocked all the time for it.  It is just how we interact.  I picked her brains for advice before my interview as she had just been interviewed by one of the people 2 weeks prior for the same job elsewhere so I wanted her opinions.  I got her into my room and grilled her about interview technique and what he is like, as well as positives to mention.  It got to a point where I was working over my stuff to improve it and she was lying on my bed, so I told her go to sleep and I will wake you up when you need to go, so she did just that.  She napped on my bed while I worked away.  I felt kind of good that she trusted me enough to do that.  She has some body issues as she is what would be described as curvy, but I think she is awesome.  Coincidentally she is the complete opposite of my FWB is short, blonde, blue eyed, skinny, crazy, light skinned and English.  Other one is taller than me, brunette, brown eyes, curvy, shy, olive skinned and half Portuguese and half South African.  I do love mixed girls, they just seem to have something about them which makes me go mmm!

Well this is over 1000 words, time to reign it in.  Thanks again Netty.  Loves


It’s Been A Few Days…

A little update on my life as it has been a few days since we last talked Netty.

Yesterday was super stressful.  At work within 5 minutes of walking in I got a call to tell me that one of the girls in another store had been in a collision and had been taken to hospital.  Their store would need cover.  I had organised it all, but I needed approvzl as though I am one of the most capable in store, I am not a manager so I cannot authorise it.

I noticed the girl I was working with was walking funny, spaced out and in pain.  I asked her if she was ok, if she needed anything.  She said no, she was just a little ill, nothing major, so I let it slide.  I went downstairs to do some work and 10 minutes later I get a call, she is feeling dizzy and faint.  I rush back upstairs and get her to sit down out back while I do all the work.  It turns out two days ago she had smacked her head and had been feeling off for the last few days.  She ran off her list of issues and it screamed concussion to me.  I grabbed the RAF guy from next door who is a trained medic to have a look at her without telling him anything I knew. He told me she was concussed and needed to go home.  I agreed but could not send her yet and she was flat out refusing to go and leave me in on my own so I told her stay out back and rest, I will call someone and sort it out.  I did and I sent her home, but it meant me running the store on my own for 2 hours.  Hard work and lost a few sales because of it, but it was doable.

Yesterday I also ended up pulling a 12 hr shift to help out, 3 hours more than I was supposed to be there as they needed the help as today is the start of sale.  They needed it bigtime or they would have been in store until gone midnight and that is just not cool.  I hope today when I walk in it will be less stressed and more sales based rather than store drama.  I was in a dark mood all day so I had to put on big smiles for some people, but the RAF guy knew I was seriously struggling.  He offered help but I rejected it.  Some things you just need to deal with alone.

The day before that I spent the day with my brother.  I went in for a management meeting (even though I an not management) for 90 minutes which was productive.  I took my brother and the RAF guy to go see a film which was fun, and the brother and I also went shopping and got a Nando’s.  It was great to spend time with him and relax, we never get a chance to with school and work clashing.  He will be leaving school soon and doing a gap year before going to university.  Problem is he hasn’t told our parents he is taking one.  That is going to be an interesting conversation.

The day before that I was working and The Marine and The RAF Guy were on as well next door, but they were both in a bad way.  Personal issues combined with work ones had reached a head and they were both ready to do some very dangerous things.  I was concerned but they both talked to me, and they both displayed enough control to not go nuclear, so I left them to it.  I offered them another night out, just sit and do nothing, or go for a walk or something to help, but they both declined.  As it turned out, they went out with two girls in another shop we are friend with, but both happen to be their love interests, even though both the women are in relationships.  They are both very interested in them, and I know this because they talk to me and have said things.  Both of them I have written about on here, being the engaged girl and the one who I couldn’t work out what interested me about her, but then it clicked.

I will admit I was a little put out by this one, I felt a little rejected, but they needed to hash things out too, so I was not so much pushed aside as I was just not there for this one.  I make myself sound like such a nosey person.

I met up with my FWB as well in this time.  I found out she had been Roofied one night and when I saw her at work she had the shakes and was in a bad way.  I talked to who she was on with, The Marine, and he was in agreement she was in no state to be there.  He ended up doing 19 hours at work, while I walked her to her dads car and made sure she got home ok.  I helped the Marine out as much as I could being next door, and they managed to call someone in, but there was only so much I can do.  It was a roller coaster of a day over there.

There was an awkward moment with the FWB and my parents, but I will write about that another time.

Peace for now Netty



Sex and Belgium

So yesterday turned out to be a very eventful day. The night before I had met some friends and we planned to book a three day adventure to Belgium. Yesterday we actually booked it; flights, 4 star Sheraton Hotel, the works. I am so looking forward to it now. We are going to have so much fun. It will be the RAF guy, The Marine and I. Belgium won’t know what hit it.

Then that evening as it would be, I had got an invite to someone’s house. They asked me to come over the night before but I had plans. I suggested going over yesterday and she agreed. I’m short my dry streak is over, and in a very big way. I won’t bore you with the gory details, but I got there at 10:30pm and left at 10:30am. She was certainly happy when I left and got a taxi home this morning.

Two hours later I walked into work and got straight down into it and stuck in. I was feeling a little sore and my abs were hurting, but it felt good to be working again. An hour later who did I bump into on my way to the stock room…my lady friend. We exchanged smiles and carried on as we were walking in separate directions.

Work is separate from out personal lives so this is being kept on the down low. Basically yesterday was awesome and I am a happy chappy.

Chat again soon Netty



Today I just read that a woman I dated a while ago has just had her first child last night.  Her daughter is absolutely beautiful and the name is really wonderful as well.

I am really happy for her as we have spoken sporadically since we parted ways, but most recently was a few days ago when I wrote this post about another woman.  I spoke to her as she was the first one to really get under my skin and mess with me.  Having not seen her in a year or so I was distanced from the whole thing, but seeing this has brought a whole host of emotions bubbling up.

I am so happy for her and her partner having this little bundle of joy enter their lives.  If they were not already completely in love and devoted to each other, this would only bring them even closer together.

I feel idiotic as she is doing this and the whole making her house a home thing and last night I was at my friends dads 55th birthday playing beer pong and watching the boxing match.  I am looking to move out with the RAF guy quite soon, so this is me moving forward as well.

I feel a little pang of jealousy that they are doing this and it is not me with her, which is silly as it has been a very long time, but as I said, she really did have a massive impact upon me and my view of the world now.  Even on this blog and whom I follow and talk to, it has had an impact upon that.

I am running on about 5 hours sleep in the last two days so that is probably not helping my clarity at all, but I would say all in all I am in a good place right now with my head, so choo choo, MMS is moving forward.