For those who can read this, IE: not on block.
In my life I have worked my ass off to help and satisfy people when I was a manager in a local shop in my home town, I worked my bollocks off.
At this time of year I was doing 77 hours a week and when I got home I was so tired all I wanted to do was sleep, as the day had been so long, only to start again the next day again & again.
It was my job and I think I did it well.
I did what I did for people, just to satisfy their needs, to give them what they wanted, that's the grocery trade and that's what I did for quite some time.
I left that Job to work for Royal Mail.
My new Job was ok till it came to Christmas again, I found the hours I was doing was crazy, When I did get home I was so tired all I wanted to do was sleep again, What sort of life is that.
Some people don't understand what people do to make things happen, thats the sad bit, some forget that if it was not for people like me and others then Christmas would not happen.
I'm only saying this as I think the people that moan, should understand what some other humans have to do to make Christmas happen, If it was not people like myself then what sort of Christmas would it of been.
I did my bit in life, working for the good, with no thank you.
That makes me feel well bad.
Apart from Christams,
My next Job was working for HM Coastguard, Air sea Rescue.
it was the pissed twats that gave me such a hard time, and It was again people like me who saved there lifes when in trouble.
Now I think, Why did I get into such Work!
what the fuck was I thinking, and what has it done for me?
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