New Job, New Boys

I’ve been at the new job 2 months now and for the record, despite some of my old co-workers fears I really am enjoying it. I’m starting to find my feet and almost know what I’m talking about, it’s seems to be going well.

The other perk or the new job is a lot of new men, which sounds better than the reality of it. Most of them are too young, or too old, or too married or too gross. Despite being surround by men all night it really is slim pickings.

That said; slim pickings doesn’t mean no picking and I’m me so, yeah, I’ve managed to find two to make my life needlessly more complicated than it has to be.

Guy number 1, who I am yet to come up with an appropriate blog name for, pursued from the end of my first week. He messaged me, and we got chatting which all seemed harmless enough (isn’t that always the case?) Then he started talking about his penis and the harmlessness became a distant memory.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice enough guy, but he is a walking, talking red flag and I’m not interested in risking my reputation for what would be just a hook up or at most a fuck friend situation. He has way too many issues going on to be what I’m looking for right now.

Then we have guy number 2 who I’m going to call Larry for blogging sake. Larry is an interesting story, I didn’t know Larry was even a thing until the other day. I’m still not sure he’s a thing, that’s going to take some writing and probably some drinking to figure that out. And since it’s currently 8am we’ll address that issue in another blog.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t take this job to troll for men and I tend not to get mixed up with the guys I work with anyways. But the harmless flirting has always been a plus. It makes the night less dull and it distracts when things are going horribly wrong. This job is kind of missing that. At least right now, its early days I guess.

Anyways, you pretty people, I am going to go and get ready for my lunch date with the gay husband and then probably write that Larry blog since I suspect drinks will happen at lunch. But before I go, I must leave you with a question; do you always know you have feelings for someone straight away? Let me know in the comments below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

12 Days

I’m getting ready to go back to work after my lovely 12 days off. It's very strange to think in the next 12 days I’ll no longer be employed by the company where I’ve spent the past two years. 8 shifts, that’s it.  Or 96 hours, which sounds like hell, so we’ll stick with 8 shifts.

I’m genuinely sad to be going, but it’s most definitely time. This job has turned me into someone I don’t like and when things get like that, it’s time to move on. At some point you need to put your happiness first before it starts affecting your life outside work…. Or you break your toe kicking a pole.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect the new job to all magic and rainbows, but at this point as long as it’s not where I currently am, we’re good.

I’m still hoping with a bit of luck a few of the drivers will follow me over to the new job. As much time as I spend with the office staff, I’m not really going to miss them. The drivers are the people who make the job and without a doubt they’re the people I will miss the most.

Anyways, I am going and make the most of this my last day off and by that I mean write another blog because I’ll be working when the next post is planned to go live and I’m trying really hard to get back to my 8 posts a month. But before I go I have this question for you; if you left your job today, what would you miss most? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

It's My Birthday

I’m going to keep this short because….. It’s my birthday! And I’ve been drinking for 9 hours at this point. Shh, it’s my birthday, it’s allowed.

I just wanted to let you guys know, I got the job J It was a fantastic early birthday present. They called me the same day as the interview and said they were very impressed with me and offered me the job. My trainee salary will be £4,000 more than I am on now so I’m over the moon.

I will admit, I’m little sad about leaving, but I know deep down it’s for the best. I’m just dreading my last shift, money says I will be in tears before I go home. As much as I hate my job, I love the people and it’s going to be hard to say goodbye. Heck, when I told the Giant I was leaving it took everything for me not to break down and cry.

Anyways, today is a happy day, so I am going to go get back to my mojitos because it’s my birthday and sobriety isn’t an option. But before I go I have a question for you; what is your favorite birthday activity? Let me know in the comment box below. And as always, stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxoxo 

Too Well Oiled Of A Machine

I’ve always said the Supervisor and I have an extraordinary working relationship despite only working together since April we’ve quickly found our staid and became a well-oiled machine.  Possibly too well-oiled.

I know personally I hate not working with the Supervisor, things just work better when our team is in, we know what each other is thinking and doing without having to ask. He doesn’t have to chase me and I don’t have to chase him everything just gets done.

The downside to this relationship is I hate to let him down and he’s the same with me. I know I should be focused on finding a new job right now, but I keep putting it off because I don’t want to leave him on his own. I have an interview next week for a fantastic job that pays £6,000 a year, more than I’m currently on and I feel horrible about it. I don’t want to go and leave him, but the choice isn’t mine.

He’s proofing right now it’s a two way street, his doctor wants him off work due to stress, but he doesn’t want it off because he doesn’t want to leave me in on my own. I’m having to do the right thing despite really not wanting to and push him to look after himself. Admittedly the thought of being in on my own next week is about enough to get me signed off with stress, but I have to do the right thing and put his health first…. Doing the right thing sucks.

I think it might suck a little more because if I do get this job, this could be our last set of 4. Which is almost enough to make me cry. I’m having one of those “I’m not ready to be an adult” moments but I guess I don’t really have a choice.

Anyways, that’s enough of me having emotions I need to go and be a cold heartless bitch and balance the universe back out. Before I go I shall leave you with this question; what is your favourite thing about your current job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxo