First day back at work after the weekend
Today I have been back at work for another four-day week. At this time of the year production is so slow that we are on four-day weeks until Easter. Which is nice. However over the weekend the city of Carlisle in the North of England was hit by flash flooding where, apparently, UB have a factory. The upshot is that there were rumours going around work today that we were going to be hit with a lot more work for the next couple of months as we take on some of the Carlisle factory's production. Who'd have thought we'd see the day? McVitie's biscuits being made in a Jacob's factory? Nothing definite just yet but we're bracing ourselves for the deluge. I've already been asked if I'd work 12 hour shifts for the next 4 to 6 weeks. I said I wouldn't. Curiously, no one else said they would either. Looks like it's going to be an interesting time at work over the next couple of weeks.
During my breaks at work I usually read a book, being the unsociable sort that I am. At the moment I am reading a P D James novel called "Innocent Blood". I am about two thirds through it and I'm still waiting for something to happen. I must say I am not really enjoying this book. I started it ages ago before abandoning it to read something else and now I just want to get it finished. I picked it up in a charity shop, which is something I've done a lot during the last year and I'm not sure if it's really such a good idea because it usually results in me reading a rather poor book. Charity shops have such a small selection of books that there is rarely much of a choice and you feel as if you should buy a book if only to support the charity. I have a small interest in crime novels (really just Agatha Christie's) and most of the novels that I've bought have been from that genre. Currently sitting on my shelf waiting to be read is a Colin Dexter, a Ruth Rendell and another P D James novel. All picked up during the last year from charity shops. I really ought to stop buying so many especially since I'm not really an avid reader of crime novels. My real interest lies in Science Fiction but I have very little of that to read; in fact a quick look at my bookshelf reveals an Isaac Asimov and a Vonda McIntyre nestling amongst uncounted thrillers and crime novels. Maybe I should choose my books with more care.
While reading in the canteen this evening I couldn't help hearing a programme on the TV about the police dealing with late night drunks. I couldn't help hearing it because the volume was so loud I couldn't hear anything else even though I was at the other end of a large canteen. Some people have very poor hearing! The programme brought to mind one of my pet hates: drunks. I have no patience for these people because they have drunk too much simply out of their own stupidity and then start taking their stupidity out on other people. Now I know I am acting very self-righteous here, I accept that. I have no problem with anyone drinking, I drink myself on occasions. But there is really no excuse for drinking so much that you lose all control of your actions and start taking it out of everybody else. I suppose it is just a completely different culture to that which I am used to having been brought up in a church environment and I guess I am still heavily influenced by that. I just don't see the need to go out every weekend and drink yourself to oblivion. My problem is that I don't understand why anyone would do it. And I guess I am also afraid of it as well. This is all something I have very little experience of and certainly nothing first hand. I have never got so drunk that I have lost control of my senses; I guess I'm afraid of what I would do if I ever did. The most drunk I have ever got was merely a little tipsy from rather too much Christmas sherry.
I suppose I am not painting a very flattering picture of myself here, but that is who I am and I can't really change now. There is a lot of behaviour out there that I just don't understand mostly because I've never been in that situation before. There's a saying that goes "There, but by the grace of God, go I," which basically says that I would be in that situation if God hadn't directed my life into a different direcion. Is that a blessing or a curse? I'll leave you that to ponder.
During my breaks at work I usually read a book, being the unsociable sort that I am. At the moment I am reading a P D James novel called "Innocent Blood". I am about two thirds through it and I'm still waiting for something to happen. I must say I am not really enjoying this book. I started it ages ago before abandoning it to read something else and now I just want to get it finished. I picked it up in a charity shop, which is something I've done a lot during the last year and I'm not sure if it's really such a good idea because it usually results in me reading a rather poor book. Charity shops have such a small selection of books that there is rarely much of a choice and you feel as if you should buy a book if only to support the charity. I have a small interest in crime novels (really just Agatha Christie's) and most of the novels that I've bought have been from that genre. Currently sitting on my shelf waiting to be read is a Colin Dexter, a Ruth Rendell and another P D James novel. All picked up during the last year from charity shops. I really ought to stop buying so many especially since I'm not really an avid reader of crime novels. My real interest lies in Science Fiction but I have very little of that to read; in fact a quick look at my bookshelf reveals an Isaac Asimov and a Vonda McIntyre nestling amongst uncounted thrillers and crime novels. Maybe I should choose my books with more care.
While reading in the canteen this evening I couldn't help hearing a programme on the TV about the police dealing with late night drunks. I couldn't help hearing it because the volume was so loud I couldn't hear anything else even though I was at the other end of a large canteen. Some people have very poor hearing! The programme brought to mind one of my pet hates: drunks. I have no patience for these people because they have drunk too much simply out of their own stupidity and then start taking their stupidity out on other people. Now I know I am acting very self-righteous here, I accept that. I have no problem with anyone drinking, I drink myself on occasions. But there is really no excuse for drinking so much that you lose all control of your actions and start taking it out of everybody else. I suppose it is just a completely different culture to that which I am used to having been brought up in a church environment and I guess I am still heavily influenced by that. I just don't see the need to go out every weekend and drink yourself to oblivion. My problem is that I don't understand why anyone would do it. And I guess I am also afraid of it as well. This is all something I have very little experience of and certainly nothing first hand. I have never got so drunk that I have lost control of my senses; I guess I'm afraid of what I would do if I ever did. The most drunk I have ever got was merely a little tipsy from rather too much Christmas sherry.
I suppose I am not painting a very flattering picture of myself here, but that is who I am and I can't really change now. There is a lot of behaviour out there that I just don't understand mostly because I've never been in that situation before. There's a saying that goes "There, but by the grace of God, go I," which basically says that I would be in that situation if God hadn't directed my life into a different direcion. Is that a blessing or a curse? I'll leave you that to ponder.
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