As per usual, I opened my Unimail account yesterday and got a message that basically told me I have 24 hours to pack my life and move to University, and my job now consists of 15 hours a week. I have to cover around 12 miles per week checking Student houses in parts of town I was almost stabbed in and seeing the shit-eating grin of Freshers who think they know everything.
Welcome home, RemadE. It's nice to see we can piss on you and if you back out, we just say "HO HO HO! WE TOLD YOU SO!"
Time to score more drugs. The Uni is well against them, but not when they are in a blister pack and have a green slip telling people I can shoot up morphine whenever I want :hai:
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This.
Being a slum lord is a dream of mine.
As for the job, without giving too much away, I have to look after Freshers again this year, but I am off-campus this time, so that means the unlucky sods who didn't get halls are scattered in around 20 houses throughout my City, on the outskirts, and it's up to me to visit them over a 12 hour work shift.
Now combine that with third-year levels of work and the fact I have to visit a loony bin for a day or two per week (hopefully that will subside after a while). Doesn't leave me with a lot of time.
The pay is around £6.50/hr and I can't drive, (like I'd trust myself driving), so I opted for my bike. In short, with Winter coming and the distances - I'm gonna be fucked. Might just set up a system whereby they call me if they need me. Reminds me I need to order a phone charger.
Also the Facebook groups just make me cry with a psychotic grin. I was known to be "that cool mentor" guy last year and got away, almost, with murder, but I still have to live with Freshers this year (as I'm in Halls) so who knows what may happen. The last thing for me to pack is my laptop, xbox and as many prescription drugs as possible :hai:
Quit being a faggot and join the real world
I've worked in enough jobs and experienced a lot in life already - so I am, which is why those in the "Student world" don't live in the real world.
Also as part of my now defunct training, we were given a lecture by the Police on drugs. The extent of their cluelessness extended to the following quotes
It went on, and I was making sly comments, so the bitch Policewoman snapped "Oi, would you like to do this talk?" so I said "Of course" and gave a much better, more informed one. I didn't praise drugs and talked of the myths surrounding them, much to the shock of the Staff who know me, and my own confidence.
So fuck them. Why do I want to work for a place that I have no faith in and who employ the most Socially retarded kids ("OMG why would ANYONE put a needle in them?" :facepalm: )when I now have the opportunity to make up to £900 a month in another field of work.
Edit - the PCSO who was also giving the retarded THC pronounciation said that "people use more complex ways of growing now, such as using hydrophonics"....since when were underwater speakers part of the growing process?!
I fucking LOL'd, hahahaha.
Good call on ditching that job, it just sounds like they're either retarded or they're a bunch of brainwashers trying to get you to think that "hurr drugs are bad" :facepalm:
Also this song sums me up for the most part. Weekend FTW. Hello new syringes and morphine :hai:
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/22075307/Dennis%20Leary%20-%20As_hole%20%5Bwww.keepvid.com%5D.mp4
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She said people grow Cannabis with "Hydrophonic" systems. In my mind, and I hope many others, Hydro = Water, and phonic = Sound. She said nothing about lights, as Hydroponic systems are where there is an absence of soil and instead, a concentrate of nutrients in the water and a tight feeding schedule.
Fuck, I just want to grow now.
Cops are fucking morons. They think they are an expert on literally everything but in reality they make themselves look like an ass.