Had a little trip last week. My mum was 60 in December. As it was too cold at the time, she decided we’d celebrate another time. So we went to Poland for a few days. Not sure why Poland. I guess she’s running out of places in the world to go. That sounded like I was taking a big shit on Poland. That’s not the case, it was very nice. 40mil shots of flavoured vodka for about 70p being a particular highlight. We visited Auschwitz while we were over there. Talk about putting your world into perspective. Some of the things that happened there made me wonder how I’ve managed to sulk my way through my tiny insignificant problems. Anyway, it was three nights away from work with my family and I enjoyed it.
Back home though and back to reality. I’m getting fed up at work again. It’s pretty samey working here and sometimes I just get a bit sick of it. It comes and goes. I think I get a bit sick being number two to a boss that’s not overly interested in the job. I’m sticking it out in the hope that one day I’ll have control of the place. I stayed back with the heavy gambler the other night. Let him play the machine after hours. After what he put in the machine he came away with a profit of £570. I was pretty surprised to be honest. He’s a regular big loser. He gave me £70 of it for letting him stay after hours. I spent it on a new tattoo the day after. I got the Japanese symbol for ‘family’ tattood onto my wrist. Maybe if I ever get close to slipping and putting money in a gambling machine I’ll see the tattoo and think about my family before I do anything stupid.
The other day I was watching the Jeremy Kyle show (don’t ask why, it’s absolute drivel) Anyway, there was a compulsive gambler on thee telling his missus he’s lost thousands behind her back. My partner told me she can’t understand how people can gamble money away like that. I tried to reason that it’s an addiction but she was adamant that it’s down to the person to just stop doing it. She had zero sympathy. This is why I can never tell her the truth…
