Resemblences - those I don't care for!

It’s been awhile since the last entry, but that’s more due to the fact that I’ve been busy, than the fact that I’ve got nothing to say or write about. The reason for me being so busy is quite simple, it’s because of a big fkn stadium and the associated work involved.

One thing that’s quite weird about work at the minute is that because I’m one of the few people that’s actually moved into the stadium, I’m subject to these weird fire alarms and an awkward tendency by the security staff to lock the office toilets very early in the evening – usually around 6PM.

Typically, this by itself wouldn’t perturb me, but for some reason it means that I have to use the disabled toilets, and it’s here where the anomalies start to crop up. Now, we’ve all been into a disabled toilet, but have you been into one in the last year or so? I mean a modern one?!

What the hell is going on in the world of the disabled these days and why do they use toilets that have more gadgets, levers, buttons and pulleys than a space shuttle. Seriously, I struggled to work out how the flush the thing! Is this the sign that I’m getting old or what? I have more troubles operating a toilet than I do modern-day technology.

I’ve also got another beef with Eastern Europeans! Another friend of mine accused me of reminding her of Chandler from ‘Friends’, what’s all that about?! I mean there are many mind-boggling and unexplainable things in the world, but me reminding someone of Chandler?! It couldn’t get any worse than this, right? Surely not, right?

Well it could get worse, it could get a lot worse.

Tuesday night, having a beer with a mate at a local pub, talking to a waitress when some random guy walks over and just stares at me, then points and says “you look like Mr. Bean!”.

If life wasn’t going so well right now, I’d really think that I’d have hit rock bottom, but it is, so it hasn’t.