Tattoo thoughts and fixing stuff in Diary

  • Jan. 24, 2016, 2:15 p.m.
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I’m bored of my job already. I’ve only been there eight months and get on REALLY well with most of my colleagues, the job is easy and the pay is fine. But it’s so boring, just the same thing day in, day out. Answer the phone, get yelled at for not fixing someone’s boiler quickly enough. Open an email, log yet another job for someone else’s broken boiler or put up a set of shelves. Repeat ad finitum; my entire job is literally just logging maintenance jobs and chasing the progress on them, it’s so bloody boring. At least when I worked in facilities management before, it was a bit more varied. Taking meeting minutes, making sure the paperwork for all the vehicles was up to date, looking after the sub-contractors database, a bit of photography. But this is just the same thing over and over again, and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. I thought I did, with the dog walking, but it turned out that no, that wasn’t what I wanted to do. I’m 34 and I still haven’t started my career!



I’ve been having thoughts about getting another tattoo. So far I only have a tiny tree frog crawling up the front of my right hip. I’ve been considering a roller derby themed one, possibly on the outside of my left thigh. I know I won’t be skating forever, but I’ve been doing it for almost two years and, whenever I do stop skating, it will always represent this time in my life. I’ve been looking at loads of tattoos online and there’s only one so far that’s really caught my eye, but it’s popped up quite a few times so I don’t want to be the same as everyone else. I’ve never seen it in real life, however, so I’m not sure of the chances of me actually meeting anyone who has it! She even has the same elbow pads as me, haha.

I wouldn’t have her standing on a skull, though. She’ll probably be standing on her helmet and not have it under her arm, and she’ll obviously be wearing a purple top. What do you think?

I also quite like bats.

I’ll be thinking about it for a long while, though, before I ink myself for life.



I made a Clanger! Jay’s best mate and his wife asked me to make a Clanger for their daughter. I’m not normally very good at making toys but I had a go and I’m really pleased with the result. It took a LOT longer than I thought it would, though. The main body didn’t take all that long, but all the little bits took forever; the hair, the armour, the ears, oh my word. People kept telling me I should make them to sell, but I’d have to charge a couple of hundred pounds to get my time paid for!



In the last week, I’ve been trying to fix various things around the house including the boiler, washing machine and my car. The boiler broke last weekend, we had no heating or hot water for about four days. It was so cold inside the house you could see your breath, it wasn’t nice. Me and Jay tried to fix it with YouTube videos but we couldn’t, so we’ve had to pay for an engineer; he replaced the pump and cleaned the scale from the heat exchange so it’s ok for now, but we’ve now got insurance on it so should be covered if it goes again.

Washing machine we had an F11 error yesterday. I looked it up online, the manufacturer website said we must call an engineer. Of course they’d say that! I looked it up online and managed to fix it myself, for now. We’ll see if it works next time I need to do a load.

Finally, my car. One of our neighbours knocked on the door the other night saying he had a flat tyre but no spare, could he borrow my spare wheel? It turns out my spare wheel isn’t in the boot as I thought it would be, it was underneath the car in some sort of a cage that he had to unscrew. He promised he would bring it back the next day with a bottle of something. Sure he did, he dropped it off with Jay when I wasn’t in and brought no bottle. Me and Jay then spent about an hour crawling about on the floor underneath the car trying to get it back into this bloody cage. Good deeds huh, at least I got my spare wheel back.


Last updated January 24, 2016


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