It was always going to be pretty bad compared to my 18th birthday of last year, but I didn’t guess how bad it was going to end up being.
Unlike normal, where I struggle to get up for a work on a Saturday morning, I got up instead with some hopeful enthusiasm, and shortly after I got up (Whilst getting ready for work), mum came down with a tent pack and a campers back pack and a card for my present.
It would be a present I hope to put to good use as I aim to go to both Glastonbury and Reading festival this summer.
I guess in order to go to these festivals hopefully I need to sacrifice booking time off work (Even on my birthday), so that I sufficient amount of holiday in the summer when I’m going to need it.
It was a pretty crap sacrifice as I enjoyed a miserable day at work with my work colleagues (Who I hardly ever speak too), suffering a pretty crap day in silence, not speaking much.
Another testament to how crap Morrisons really is, in terms of organising and managing its staff and resources, is that I had eventually had one of my work appraisals. Now bearing in mind I was meant to have this back in October, it’s slightly over due.
Not that these appraisals are particularly needed, it’s just another bullshit idea (Coming from someone higher up the food chain employee scale at Morrisons), in which I am meeting all that is required of my in my Deli job (Now isn’t that a surprise considering how technically hard/difficult it is operating as a Deli Counter assistant!)
I still kept checking my mobile on my way, and still no messages from my friend’s wishing me a happy birthday, which started to get to me... Despite that my mood was lifted when I got home to see a there was a lot’s of cards for me in the post and some more presents and money lifted my mood!
Although again it didn’t last, as Zac seemingly forgot to wish me a “Happy Birthday” or had any intention of going out in the evening as “He couldn’t be bothered” I was fucking livid. Could you imagine if I said that when it was his birthday?! I wouldn’t hear the fucking end of it and not even Dan had bothered to get in contact at all. I was really down beat as a result of this.
I decided to go out anyway and like a complete loser I went out by myself. I didn’t care in the end, and as I caught the train in I took the bus back up to University to check out one of the bars up there.
Despite my shoddy exam results, not allowing me to make it to university just yet, for the first time walking around the campus, I felt like a student that was part of the university.
I headed into the Uni Campus shop and decided to buy a pack of 10 Mayfair cigarettes and a lighter, for something that was completely unlike me to do. For years I have been dead against smoking, but for some reason I have recently have changed my opinion overnight on cigarettes.
I was walking around trying to find this bar, with a pack of Mayfair fags in my pocket and a lit cigarette in my hand walking around this campus trying to find this one bar.
You surely would have thought University security would have been tighter than it appeared to be yesterday. I was walking around unchallenged everywhere I went. I went into the backstage area of this catwalk fashion parade that was going on. I did eventually find the bar I wanted too, but it appeared to be closed so I decided to head back into the city center.
I headed into this bar, where this Jazz/Funk band wear playing and remained in there for rest of the evening before I caught the train home.
I was also amazed at how many people, recognised and knew me that evening. I must have saw a least 4 people I knew from my old secondary school in the pub and half a dozen or so more before I caught the bus up to the university. The weird thing is how I don't know half these people are, but they all seem to know me from somewhere. I can't quiet get my head round about how many people seem to recognise and remember me.
It was odd in a sense; despite being on my own my evening out on the whole wasn’t too bad, it's just a shame that my friends forget all about my birthday.
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