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The weekend had been a good one. While Barry had seen his son at the weekend, he and I had made the best of the time we had, going to the shops and enjoying time by a canal, then on another day, we met up with Mike to go stream hopping. As it had transpired, there’d been no access to where we wanted to go. The extra clothing that Barry and I had taken had come in useful though, as we went running up and down the steps on the promenade wall, as the tide was in and the spray was hitting us hard.

It had been really fun, got filmed and edited with titles, then put on Dailymotion.com

‘coz I could…

It felt weird going to Liverpool and, not to the project. But, the advice from Barry and my Doctor had set home and, I’d decided to live with my decision, no longer finding it possible to deal with Rogers abuse of me, any longer.



I had gone though, to try and ensure a copy of ‘Game Of Thrones’ Series Three got to one of the lads from ‘the door’.



On my way to my watering hole I had run into one of ‘the guys’, who had asked if ‘we’ were open. I had replied yes, but that I’d left.



Needless to say, he’d asked ‘why?’



I’d told him of my hassles with Roger and his ego and, been told that he understood.

As we shook hands he’d told me I’d been helpful, to him; so I asked, “Just one thing then, remember me well…”



“No problem,” he’d answered, with a smile.



Then I went to The Liffy, the Irish bar I’d goto for my whiskey, prior to walking up the hill. I walked to the bar, disappointed not to find the regular fella there.



“Double whiskey straight, please…” I’d asked, then as I received my drink had said, “When you see Paul next, will you tell him the ten second whiskey drinker had to leave voluntary work…”



The fello had looked momentarily confused, then looked at the glass in my hand and, a glimmer of understanding shone through…



I had then finished my drink, in one as I do, smiled and said “Thanks…”



Aye, it had felt weird, but satisfactory and, I took some good photo’s, on the way back to James Street Station.



Then come the weekend Barry, Mike and I ended up at Otterspool Promenade, enjoying our coffee and muchies after an interesting drive round parts of Liverpool we last visited some twenty years earlier…



Come Monday I did some gardening before going to the doctors to see if my scription was ready. As I had spoken to the lady on the desk, a posh middle-class ignorant bitch had interrupted with whatever she wanted to say. I had left.



As I had left I had heard my name being called, yet did nothing to respond. That darn so-called posh-bint had annoyed me and there’d been noway I was going to lose it, at the doctor’s. Anyway, after tea there’d been a phone-call, from the receptionist I’d spoken to earlier: “What you asked for is ready…” and, “I’m sorry for that woman…”



I’d appreciated her words, telling her I was pleased to hear from her, before I rested my knees and told her so, before lying down awhile. When I rose, I chose to work on my short story, in which I explain the one of the peccadillo’s of my character, Shade.

It’s interesting: ages back in confidence class I learned a couple of distinct truisms.

Firstly, one can only wring change in oneself, if one wants to. And, if you wring change, be prepared for those around you not to be comfortable with that change, as it doesn’t conform to their expectations of you. Well, that’d been the lesson way back when and, it is just as accurate now as it was when I acquired the knowledge.



I say this because since my debacle with Roger, standing imperiously over me, just before I was to open the doors at the project, I’ve allowed him to see another side of me, that won’t be walked over, but will continue to do as I do at the door, at my own expense, without his dictate. He doesn’t like it. And on the Thursday when I turned up he was starting on me again, when I kind of reminded him that this was all down to him: “Money?” He’d quizzed. “It had been…” I’d replied. And so it had, but not now.



He just doesn’t seem to realise that I’ve changed and am not the fella who he could order around, while he smiles sweetly at those in his ‘harem’.



Anyway…



I watched the last True Blood and, I’d been thankful that they ended the series well, much as they did with Eureka and Warehouse 13 Now the project starts, to get the series made into dvd, for the young lady in Missouri, who I’ve been doing so, for the last so five, or six years…



Some things change, some stay the same and others, they have to be faced…



Talking of things that have to be faced: I went to the dole on Friday, an emergency appointment I’d been assured. The thing was, five or six weeks prior, I’d gone to sign on and encountered an advisor who asked me all sort of personal medical questions, before throwing her hands in the air and said, “I can’t help you!” Then she had said, “You need to see the disability employment advisor…” And, the thing is, it turns out she had not made the appointment, which only showed up recently and, once again I’d been told I needed to see the disability employment advisor. I think that this time the appointment had been made. At least I’d been assured it had.



Come the weekend Barry Mike and I went to Talacre, enjoyed the drive and a pint as we watched Liverpool win 3-0 Then come Monday after housework, I’d enjoyed the good weather and a walk to Raby Mere, having got part of my ‘True Blood’ project underway. Once finished, I’ll have sent all the series to a young lady in Missouri, who doesn’t get HBO and, likes a show I do.



After all said and done, people are people are sometimes very silly. For instance, take this Thursday: I’d done the housework, gone to sign on, then off to voluntary work, where I’d been pleased to see Marc and Kat, as Roger soon proved to be as problematic as expected, from prior behaviour. He’d argued about of all things, Jaffa Cakes, telling me I was opening things unnecessarily again, then one half a pack wasn’t enough, another had had to be found. Yet, that silliness wasn’t what had got to me this time. Oh no, this time what truly irked was when he’d walked away from me, after another snide aside. As he walked away he had sung, “You’re times nearly up”, which considering what I know, had sounding very intimidating…

Anyway… The mild weather of late has been really kind to Barry and I on our weekend travels. And, I’ve enjoyed working in the garden, yet the hassles other’s have been creating for me of late is really stressing me out goodstyle. Yet, a weekend can be a holiday, given a day at the beach with friends; such was my Sunday at West Kirby. I just wish that more days could be like that and, I don’t mean for the weather…



That said, from the moment I was out and about on Tuesday, I had known something had been amiss. I even found myself feeling guilty, which is an emotion I do so dislike feeling. Yet, it had not been till many hours later and a glance at the back of a notebook, where I keep important information that I realised why I felt as though something was wrong… I’d forgotten a penfriends birthday, or I should say, I’d remembered it, the day itself and, not before…



Well, I am having trouble, regarding my decision to stay on at the project at my expense, to work the door serving meals, while enduring the rotten attitude of the coordinator. ie: no-one else arrives, but I get hassled for 'being late.'



He speaks to me disrespectfully and disdainfully, while relying on me one week, then ignoring me another when he has lots of female volunteers.

Essentially, I'm tired of the intimidation and abuse: and... me wanting to help, those who need my help is no longer enough... the stress has got to me and, I needed to see my doctor about it.

It's ridiculous, who else would pay to suffer abuse and intimidation, for almost a year... ? can you think of anyone else? Well. it's not me... anymore. That’d been my last week… No more… Yet, that said… I will miss Marc, Cat, Chloe, Sarah and Nadia… and the guy’s, of course

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Chonrie
01:05 Sep 17 2014

Changes are wonderful... Keep the Faith... Kisses

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After all said and done, people are people are sometimes very silly. For instance, take this Thursday: I’d done the housework, gone to sign on, then off to voluntary work, where I’d been pleased to see Marc and Kat, as Roger soon proved to be as problematic as expected, from prior behaviour. He’d argued about of all things, Jaffa Cakes, telling me I was opening things unnecessarily again, then one half a pack wasn’t enough, another had had to be found. Yet, that silliness wasn’t what had got to me this time. Oh no, this time what truly irked was when he’d walked away from me, after another snide aside. As he walked away he had sung, “You’re numbers nearly up”, which considering what I know, had sounding very intimidating…

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RaynesAsylum
01:36 Sep 06 2014

Days like that are not among my favorite...



It can be hard to hold your tongue when in a professional setting, but for the most part, it must be done.

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hannahrose
07:42 Sep 06 2014

THAT GUY IS REALLY NASTY. YOU ARE ONE OF THE SWEETEST KINDEST PEOPLE I KNOW . YOU ARE VERY PROFESSIONAL AND VERY KIND IN ALL YOU DO AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. I AM PRUOD TO CALL YOU VR FAMILY AND FRIEND.

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