I am writing this whilst on a train from Birmingham to Manchester. Ill be staying 2 nights at home before coming back to Birmingham for work. And apologies upfront for the foul language.
Ill start at the beginning of this very long couple of days.
I got to Birmingham on Wednesday ready to work again and help set up this site. Apparently no one down here actually wants a job (exception of a handful of people actually coming to interviews) and it all seemed a bit dire until friday when things all started to click into place. Apart from the fact the wheel was only half built the day before opening.
We got on site at 9am Saturday as we were suppose to have our launch at 2pm in conjunction with the free gig happening across the road. However we were all aware they were pushing it trying to get everything ready in 5 days instead of 10. Our sales board had turned up but not the sticker. And our office wasnt on the platform yet and our printer - after not being able to fit in the office - was being used as a fucking 15k coffee table.
No stress. Off we go to get breakfast and sort out the laptops and hopefully get the promo photos done. Sods law it starts pissing it down. Everyone wants a lovely photo of a grey sky.
So there we are sitting in the 3rd weatherspoons of that day generally faffing about trying to re arrange all the trials for Sunday because we are definitely opening on Sunday. No Monday. Actually possibly either Tuesday or Wednesday. ARRRRRR!
Anyway at this point we decided to get a couple bottles of wine and chill whilst discussing the designs completely forgetting the crimping tool needs to be bought and the printer needs covering to stop people leaving shit on it. Perfect timing I suppose as the German Markets were rammed and every fucker that was at the now cancelled gig had decided to walk that way. It took 30 minutes to walk a usual 5 minute walk with people ramming into me shouting down my ear and generally bringing me to the point of semi-murderous behaviour because when one spends 5 fucking pounds on food one does not expect some 14 year old cunt to knock it out of ones fucking hand.
After finally making my way back to our office and chain smoking my way through a pack of tobacco I find out that the guys Im down with have decided to go home as one lives 40 min away and one has a car leaving me alone for 2 days - skint - in the hotel in the middle of a council estate. Through all of this Ive been chilled. A lot of no worries never mind itll work out. But the idea of being stuck here alone made me snap.
So here I am. Running off home as I am in need of a home cooked meal and a hug. All the work I need to do can be done by phone and I dont have to be back till Monday afternoon to make sure all the technical shit with the printer is up and running.
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Still, if you didn't hear about it, that's a good thing. Hope the rest of the weekend was better for you.