Two Gun Bob
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I dislike my job and no longer wish to feel the rush of wind in my hair or the call of the open road.
I don't want to be chatting shit about weather patterns or if there will be a chance of precipitation tomorrow.
Im not a weatherman just an old fart spinning aimlessly on a hamsterial wheel to a town called nowhere..
I don't want to be constantly asked what time am I on till or if I have been busy.
Talk to me normal eh and engage me in sohisticated etiquette.
I had to reduce my hours and now only work weekends so tonight I thought I would put my head down and graft hard.
I knew if I applied myself this weekend we could both treat ourself's on Monday to some of Tesco's finest fare.
Aldi and Lidl are ok if your on your arse but occationaly it's good to splash out on the odd post election celebration treat.
I worked hard this evening and if Mrs May or Jake Berry could have seen me they would have been very proud.
It was nearly shifts end and I took a last slurp of juice and wiped away the sweat from my furrowed brow.
I kicked the stirups hard for the ride to my last job.
It was a stange one and my mission if I choose to accept it was to convey an inebriated gent from the pub to his pals to continue the session.
On arrival he instructed me to go to the garage and get him beers and fetch them back.
I duly obliged and arrived at the garage.
Two young girls around 13 to 14 were stood outside the pay window with just dressing gowns on.
They had called down for Doritos at daft o'clock in the morning and asked for a free ride to town.
Sorry girls but on a mission impossible with deliveries to make so I bought the ale and started drive off.
Couldn't leave them there stranded so they jumped in.
Transpires they only wanted the town for cheaper Doritos as the garage was expensive.
I thought I was taking them home so five minutes later on them realising town was shut I dropped back at the garage as requested.
It's long winded reading I know but now I'm rather late with my drop so I gallop away trying to make up time and hit a speed camera.
It was like some surreal dream panning out in slooow motion.
So a magnificent turn over of £130 less fuel less rent of car and less radio rent for the night less £100 speed camera fine @ - minus £30 profit.
So I go to work to lose £30 and get no holiday pay no sickness pay and get continually harrased and tormented by hordes of ethanol fueled cabbages.
I just got back in the house.
I'm feeling sickly because when stressed I eat like I have Prader Willy Syndrome and I have just scoffed back two toast crusts with cheese and ham a full packet of jammie dodgers two penguins and a corned beef buttie.
An addedendum:
The speeding fines have changed .
Its three points for class A speed example doing up to 42 in a 30mph zone.
And a wopping £100 fine or it can be a fine proportionate to a weeks wage on a scale of 25% 50% 75%.
Like all hackney carriage drivers I am an exemplanary motorist having no points.
Hopefully I may get an offer of a trip to Bury speed awareness class at £80.
I shall put £1.50 a day in a jar to pay the fine or training course as it wont hurt as much.
I am wondering if there are extenuating circumstances to play with me acting public spirited as I was concerned over their safety therefore making me late. In doing so slightly exceeding the prescribed speed limit.
Do you like your job or is it just a means to an end to fetch home the bacon.
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I don't want to be chatting shit about weather patterns or if there will be a chance of precipitation tomorrow.
Im not a weatherman just an old fart spinning aimlessly on a hamsterial wheel to a town called nowhere..
I don't want to be constantly asked what time am I on till or if I have been busy.
Talk to me normal eh and engage me in sohisticated etiquette.
I had to reduce my hours and now only work weekends so tonight I thought I would put my head down and graft hard.
I knew if I applied myself this weekend we could both treat ourself's on Monday to some of Tesco's finest fare.
Aldi and Lidl are ok if your on your arse but occationaly it's good to splash out on the odd post election celebration treat.
I worked hard this evening and if Mrs May or Jake Berry could have seen me they would have been very proud.
It was nearly shifts end and I took a last slurp of juice and wiped away the sweat from my furrowed brow.
I kicked the stirups hard for the ride to my last job.
It was a stange one and my mission if I choose to accept it was to convey an inebriated gent from the pub to his pals to continue the session.
On arrival he instructed me to go to the garage and get him beers and fetch them back.
I duly obliged and arrived at the garage.
Two young girls around 13 to 14 were stood outside the pay window with just dressing gowns on.
They had called down for Doritos at daft o'clock in the morning and asked for a free ride to town.
Sorry girls but on a mission impossible with deliveries to make so I bought the ale and started drive off.
Couldn't leave them there stranded so they jumped in.
Transpires they only wanted the town for cheaper Doritos as the garage was expensive.
I thought I was taking them home so five minutes later on them realising town was shut I dropped back at the garage as requested.
It's long winded reading I know but now I'm rather late with my drop so I gallop away trying to make up time and hit a speed camera.
It was like some surreal dream panning out in slooow motion.
So a magnificent turn over of £130 less fuel less rent of car and less radio rent for the night less £100 speed camera fine @ - minus £30 profit.
So I go to work to lose £30 and get no holiday pay no sickness pay and get continually harrased and tormented by hordes of ethanol fueled cabbages.
I just got back in the house.
I'm feeling sickly because when stressed I eat like I have Prader Willy Syndrome and I have just scoffed back two toast crusts with cheese and ham a full packet of jammie dodgers two penguins and a corned beef buttie.
An addedendum:
The speeding fines have changed .
Its three points for class A speed example doing up to 42 in a 30mph zone.
And a wopping £100 fine or it can be a fine proportionate to a weeks wage on a scale of 25% 50% 75%.
Like all hackney carriage drivers I am an exemplanary motorist having no points.
Hopefully I may get an offer of a trip to Bury speed awareness class at £80.
I shall put £1.50 a day in a jar to pay the fine or training course as it wont hurt as much.
I am wondering if there are extenuating circumstances to play with me acting public spirited as I was concerned over their safety therefore making me late. In doing so slightly exceeding the prescribed speed limit.
Do you like your job or is it just a means to an end to fetch home the bacon.
Edited for grammer syntax and composition:
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