In a way, this is a little bit of a cheat since the music already fits for a character, but I just don't know why. This music just seems to...get me...
So everyone have a listen.
Thursday, 15 September 2011
My own video game theme
So you know when you play a video game, mostly an RPG or JRPG and you notice that once a particular character appears on the screen, a special soundtrack plays. Well, I've decided that there is one certain piece of music that has captured me so well, that if it were possible, this would be my own video game theme.
In a way, this is a little bit of a cheat since the music already fits for a character, but I just don't know why. This music just seems to...get me...
So everyone have a listen.
In a way, this is a little bit of a cheat since the music already fits for a character, but I just don't know why. This music just seems to...get me...
So everyone have a listen.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Project Idea
So this is the very beginning of my small project. It's only the first part, I plan to have two more parts. Let me know if you like it...Trust me, things will start to get really strange from now on.
The winter coldness had come early this year. The autumn period seemed to only last for a month or so as all life on the United Kingdom began to dwindle. Skies turned dark and grey by late afternoons and the silhouette figures of distant trees were now corpses surrounded by barren snowy lands.
Even the infamous M1 carriageway was almost silent in response to the sudden whiteout weather that howled across the mid regions of England. Just before J17, a lone figure stood on a narrow walkway bridge overlooking the almost deserted motorway. The individual wore a long winter coat with fur etchings around his neck. The hood was also raised as to block the majority of the snowfall that came crashing down.
The person stood in silence, slowly taking small inhales to his cigarette, followed by short drags as the ash blew back into his face from the wild winds. Buried beneath all that winter coat and warm dressing was a young man by the name of Josh Patterson, only five hours away from his twenty first birthday; the young man found himself heading north under calamitous circumstances and seemingly very little way out. He clutched to a small carrier bag which carried supplies he’d purchased at the nearby petrol station. Some crisps, drinks, chocolate confectionary, everything he wanted for an entertaining evening in the middle of nowhere to soon celebrate his approaching birthday.
He looked down to his watch, the hands read 8:32pm yet he knew it was five minutes fast. He calculated that he’d been away now for over 30 minutes and knew he’d get shit from his ‘mentor’ if he didn’t’ start making his way back. He flicked the remains of the spent butt into the path of a lone oncoming lorry below and made his way to the other side of the bridge, towards the small hotel.
He passed only a handful of cars in the parking lot and saw only five lit rooms from the outside as he approached the two story building. The weather certainly was hitting the country hard and even barren places like these were starting to feel the effects. Josh imagined this place being booming with worn-out truckers and holiday runners yet only saw the few stragglers in their place.
Josh stepped into the warm reception room; a young girl roughly his own age was sat behind the counter immersed in her own little world as she continued to play away with her mobile phone. Josh pulled away the hood from his coat to reveal his matted chocolate brown hair and recognisable features. A scar was visible from the middle of his nose and ran downwards towards his left cheek, it wasn’t an unsettling scar to look at for most people, but for Josh it was nothing more than a constant reminder, a battle-wound to a war he knew nothing about.
The girl behind the counter looked up from her phone for a moment and smiled at him, it was a brief smile which Josh failed to response too. He began to make his way towards the main door with his key-card when she called out to him.
“Is it still snowing out there mate?” Her accent was thick and strangely not local. Josh pondered a moment to figure it out but instead just wanted the conversation over.
“Yeah,” He walked forward, intent to carry on.
“Did it seem like it was going to ease up soon?”
Josh sighed, he counted around three more steps and he wouldn’t have had to deal with it. Instead he whirled and came back into the girl’s point of view. He studied her for a moment, blonde hair, fake nails, dark green eyes and her name badge said SUSAN spelt with a heart instead of an A.
Cute,
“Can’t say...what did the weather channel mention?” Josh asked; pointing towards the television set behind her as she spun round on her swivel office chair. The BBC news was on but the sound was muted, as the girl spun back towards him.
“They said it was going to stop tonight, but I don’t believe ‘em. The usual BS in my opinion,” Susan muttered as her glare briefly returned to her phone. “My boyfriend was meant to pick me up an hour ago but the prick said it was too dangerous to get here.”
“Smart man,” Josh replied as Susan looked back to him, her eyes curved with a sly angle as she check the man out from head to bottom.
“Whatever, I just wanna go home. I’m bored.”
Josh did not reply. The bait was thrown out and he was fully aware of it. Years ago as a quiet nerd, he would have been oblivious to a direct flirt such as that. Yet in the years since then he managed to learn a thing or two about the human behaviour, especially women. It was at that moment he came to realise that during his life, he had managed to undergo three completely different psychological profiles in the space of twenty years. First was the beaten down ego and crippling neglect of an infant, followed by the attitude inflation and hardened front to protect the softness within and now, this.
“So are you here on holiday or something?” Susan asked; breaking Josh’s thoughts and dragging him back to reality.
“Um, no - Nothing like that; just passing through. Should be gone by morning more I guess.”
“You came with your granddad right?”
Josh smirked and croaked a short laugh. He imagined for a moment the comparison he was making between the man he knew as granddad from his childhood and the man now waiting for him just a few rooms down the hall. The comparison was clearly mismatched.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. No, he’s not my granddad.”
“Well he can’t be your dad; he’s pretty old if that’s the case.”
“Nah, he’s not my dad either.”
Susan paused; Josh could see the cogs of her brain working away as she suddenly blurted out the first thing that came to her.
“So, what - He’s like your sugar daddy or something? Does that mean you’re gay?”
Josh laughed; it wasn’t a real functional laugh, just a laugh. He shook his head and suddenly was struck with mental images he’d rather had forgotten as soon as he could.
“He’s...like a family friend. And no, I’m not gay.”
“Well that’s good then. Was going to say that was a bit of a waste then if you were.”
The conversation began to sour away, the impact of their discussion ran its cause and Josh was just about ready to bid goodnight when he suddenly began to feel it. The pull...
It was small at first, no more than a lingering feeling or nagging remainder that he had forgotten something, but quickly it grew in strength and intensity. His eyes watered as he wiped them away and sound began to flux in levels and tones. The feelings were only temporary but Josh knew full well that they would return with stronger ambitions if he didn’t do something soon.
The hunger...was growing again, and as he looked back towards Susan. He knew there was no other way.
The winter coldness had come early this year. The autumn period seemed to only last for a month or so as all life on the United Kingdom began to dwindle. Skies turned dark and grey by late afternoons and the silhouette figures of distant trees were now corpses surrounded by barren snowy lands.
Even the infamous M1 carriageway was almost silent in response to the sudden whiteout weather that howled across the mid regions of England. Just before J17, a lone figure stood on a narrow walkway bridge overlooking the almost deserted motorway. The individual wore a long winter coat with fur etchings around his neck. The hood was also raised as to block the majority of the snowfall that came crashing down.
The person stood in silence, slowly taking small inhales to his cigarette, followed by short drags as the ash blew back into his face from the wild winds. Buried beneath all that winter coat and warm dressing was a young man by the name of Josh Patterson, only five hours away from his twenty first birthday; the young man found himself heading north under calamitous circumstances and seemingly very little way out. He clutched to a small carrier bag which carried supplies he’d purchased at the nearby petrol station. Some crisps, drinks, chocolate confectionary, everything he wanted for an entertaining evening in the middle of nowhere to soon celebrate his approaching birthday.
He looked down to his watch, the hands read 8:32pm yet he knew it was five minutes fast. He calculated that he’d been away now for over 30 minutes and knew he’d get shit from his ‘mentor’ if he didn’t’ start making his way back. He flicked the remains of the spent butt into the path of a lone oncoming lorry below and made his way to the other side of the bridge, towards the small hotel.
He passed only a handful of cars in the parking lot and saw only five lit rooms from the outside as he approached the two story building. The weather certainly was hitting the country hard and even barren places like these were starting to feel the effects. Josh imagined this place being booming with worn-out truckers and holiday runners yet only saw the few stragglers in their place.
Josh stepped into the warm reception room; a young girl roughly his own age was sat behind the counter immersed in her own little world as she continued to play away with her mobile phone. Josh pulled away the hood from his coat to reveal his matted chocolate brown hair and recognisable features. A scar was visible from the middle of his nose and ran downwards towards his left cheek, it wasn’t an unsettling scar to look at for most people, but for Josh it was nothing more than a constant reminder, a battle-wound to a war he knew nothing about.
The girl behind the counter looked up from her phone for a moment and smiled at him, it was a brief smile which Josh failed to response too. He began to make his way towards the main door with his key-card when she called out to him.
“Is it still snowing out there mate?” Her accent was thick and strangely not local. Josh pondered a moment to figure it out but instead just wanted the conversation over.
“Yeah,” He walked forward, intent to carry on.
“Did it seem like it was going to ease up soon?”
Josh sighed, he counted around three more steps and he wouldn’t have had to deal with it. Instead he whirled and came back into the girl’s point of view. He studied her for a moment, blonde hair, fake nails, dark green eyes and her name badge said SUSAN spelt with a heart instead of an A.
Cute,
“Can’t say...what did the weather channel mention?” Josh asked; pointing towards the television set behind her as she spun round on her swivel office chair. The BBC news was on but the sound was muted, as the girl spun back towards him.
“They said it was going to stop tonight, but I don’t believe ‘em. The usual BS in my opinion,” Susan muttered as her glare briefly returned to her phone. “My boyfriend was meant to pick me up an hour ago but the prick said it was too dangerous to get here.”
“Smart man,” Josh replied as Susan looked back to him, her eyes curved with a sly angle as she check the man out from head to bottom.
“Whatever, I just wanna go home. I’m bored.”
Josh did not reply. The bait was thrown out and he was fully aware of it. Years ago as a quiet nerd, he would have been oblivious to a direct flirt such as that. Yet in the years since then he managed to learn a thing or two about the human behaviour, especially women. It was at that moment he came to realise that during his life, he had managed to undergo three completely different psychological profiles in the space of twenty years. First was the beaten down ego and crippling neglect of an infant, followed by the attitude inflation and hardened front to protect the softness within and now, this.
“So are you here on holiday or something?” Susan asked; breaking Josh’s thoughts and dragging him back to reality.
“Um, no - Nothing like that; just passing through. Should be gone by morning more I guess.”
“You came with your granddad right?”
Josh smirked and croaked a short laugh. He imagined for a moment the comparison he was making between the man he knew as granddad from his childhood and the man now waiting for him just a few rooms down the hall. The comparison was clearly mismatched.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. No, he’s not my granddad.”
“Well he can’t be your dad; he’s pretty old if that’s the case.”
“Nah, he’s not my dad either.”
Susan paused; Josh could see the cogs of her brain working away as she suddenly blurted out the first thing that came to her.
“So, what - He’s like your sugar daddy or something? Does that mean you’re gay?”
Josh laughed; it wasn’t a real functional laugh, just a laugh. He shook his head and suddenly was struck with mental images he’d rather had forgotten as soon as he could.
“He’s...like a family friend. And no, I’m not gay.”
“Well that’s good then. Was going to say that was a bit of a waste then if you were.”
The conversation began to sour away, the impact of their discussion ran its cause and Josh was just about ready to bid goodnight when he suddenly began to feel it. The pull...
It was small at first, no more than a lingering feeling or nagging remainder that he had forgotten something, but quickly it grew in strength and intensity. His eyes watered as he wiped them away and sound began to flux in levels and tones. The feelings were only temporary but Josh knew full well that they would return with stronger ambitions if he didn’t do something soon.
The hunger...was growing again, and as he looked back towards Susan. He knew there was no other way.
Saturday, 10 September 2011
I hate my job...
So let me just start this blog entry will some additional background information.
So I work, naturally. I work in a retail outlet in my local town (and no I'm not going to say what it is)
Around three months ago or so I was promoted to become Sunday Supervisor, which means that I work the entire shift on Sunday - running the shop. At first it was kinda difficult for me to come to grips with but I soon managed to get the hang of the situation.
Now, a month after that, we opened a second store at the opposing shopping prescient that was three times as big as our original one, and as you can imagine it's a very very busy place...In fact, so busy that the money we take from the original has started to dwindle and the other continues to sky-rocket.
Now, a little more back information for everyone, namely about my manager.
He is a very hot/cold person, and perhaps the worst thing I can say about him is that he reminds me alot of my biological father. This sometimes leads to difficult situations regarding disobeying him or finding the right way to confront a situation without completely losing my cool. And perhaps the tensest part of this all is that he is aware of these similarities and plays into them alot...
Anyway, after the past week, my manager has been ill and therefore it has been up to me and a younger supervisor to run the entire shop by ourselves without much guidance. During this time however, we were also tasked with training a new member of staff who was joining the company to become the new Assistant Manager. He seems like a nice guy but he's very odd at the same time...
I don't know what it is but sometimes when I talk to him, it feels as though he's understanding what I'm saying and refusing to acknowledge it...Kinda frustrating. Also he refused to talk to any other staff members on the shop floor unless he absolutely had too which annoyed me because that implies he thinks he's better than everyone else around him.
Personally I don't know, and personally I don't care...Until now...
So, you know I mentioned that my boss was sick last week, well the younger supervisor took this as him taking the week off without consent and shared his own opinion to the new guy about our manager...
Now, sometimes the manager really does get underneath my skin, and I can certainly see this new guy doing the exact same...but, even I can agree with them that that was a silly idea...
Anyway...With the long and short of it now....let me get to the point...
The younger supervisor only works two and a half days now after coming into conflict with the manager about his hours. Because of his reluctant behaviour to his hours/shifts. It means that I have to take over for him, meaning that I now work around 5-6 days a week with absolutely shit pay.
So today I discover that my boss now wants to transfer me from my small shop to the larger one (which I absolutely hate!) and send the younger supervisor to my post...making his life somewhat completely easier, while forcing my hand and making me work 100% harder...
And whilst texting the young lad and telling him that we've swapped locations now, he told me to watch my back and not do so much work for him (our boss) since he'll try to get away with it. Now...I can kinda agree to that to some extent, but...
As far as I can see...out of all the guilty parties in this situation. I'm the only poor motherfucker who suffers because of it...Why do I have to be transferred? Therefore working more and more in a location that I can't stand...
So I work, naturally. I work in a retail outlet in my local town (and no I'm not going to say what it is)
Now, a month after that, we opened a second store at the opposing shopping prescient that was three times as big as our original one, and as you can imagine it's a very very busy place...In fact, so busy that the money we take from the original has started to dwindle and the other continues to sky-rocket.
Now, a little more back information for everyone, namely about my manager.
He is a very hot/cold person, and perhaps the worst thing I can say about him is that he reminds me alot of my biological father. This sometimes leads to difficult situations regarding disobeying him or finding the right way to confront a situation without completely losing my cool. And perhaps the tensest part of this all is that he is aware of these similarities and plays into them alot...
Anyway, after the past week, my manager has been ill and therefore it has been up to me and a younger supervisor to run the entire shop by ourselves without much guidance. During this time however, we were also tasked with training a new member of staff who was joining the company to become the new Assistant Manager. He seems like a nice guy but he's very odd at the same time...
I don't know what it is but sometimes when I talk to him, it feels as though he's understanding what I'm saying and refusing to acknowledge it...Kinda frustrating. Also he refused to talk to any other staff members on the shop floor unless he absolutely had too which annoyed me because that implies he thinks he's better than everyone else around him.
Personally I don't know, and personally I don't care...Until now...
So, you know I mentioned that my boss was sick last week, well the younger supervisor took this as him taking the week off without consent and shared his own opinion to the new guy about our manager...
Now, sometimes the manager really does get underneath my skin, and I can certainly see this new guy doing the exact same...but, even I can agree with them that that was a silly idea...
Anyway...With the long and short of it now....let me get to the point...
The younger supervisor only works two and a half days now after coming into conflict with the manager about his hours. Because of his reluctant behaviour to his hours/shifts. It means that I have to take over for him, meaning that I now work around 5-6 days a week with absolutely shit pay.
So today I discover that my boss now wants to transfer me from my small shop to the larger one (which I absolutely hate!) and send the younger supervisor to my post...making his life somewhat completely easier, while forcing my hand and making me work 100% harder...
And whilst texting the young lad and telling him that we've swapped locations now, he told me to watch my back and not do so much work for him (our boss) since he'll try to get away with it. Now...I can kinda agree to that to some extent, but...
As far as I can see...out of all the guilty parties in this situation. I'm the only poor motherfucker who suffers because of it...Why do I have to be transferred? Therefore working more and more in a location that I can't stand...
Thursday, 8 September 2011
My mum's birthday and I'm a little drunk.
Jesus.
I'm a little drunk at the moment. I've been drinking at the local pub waiting for my mum to enjoy a birthday meal together. So I do apologise if my language and grammar is all over the place.
God I'm tired. This was me this morning as I was struggling to wake up and get going to open up the shop for work.
You would have never had thought my job description including the terms "Must get paid minimium wage yet do all manager's duties as well." I mean, fair dues and all that the manager is "sick" (at least I certainly hope he is...I believe he is.) but I'm honestly not qualified to run a full shop on my salary.
It is exchausted and I personally don't think I have what it takes to do this...
God Christmas is going to be a complete nightmare.
I mean, just to give you an idea of how bad retail was for me today was...An old granny had just walked past me as I was scanning products and all I could smell was shit. It was obvious she had gone to the toilet in her draws but SERIOUSLY. It was the most...disgusting thing I have ever smelt in my entire life.
So...yeah....fun facts for the day.
Tired now though, I reckon I will try and get an early night tomorrow...I'm going to have to cut a deal with another Supervisor tomorrow about Saturday since I will more than likely have to work.
I'm a little drunk at the moment. I've been drinking at the local pub waiting for my mum to enjoy a birthday meal together. So I do apologise if my language and grammar is all over the place.
God I'm tired. This was me this morning as I was struggling to wake up and get going to open up the shop for work.
You would have never had thought my job description including the terms "Must get paid minimium wage yet do all manager's duties as well." I mean, fair dues and all that the manager is "sick" (at least I certainly hope he is...I believe he is.) but I'm honestly not qualified to run a full shop on my salary.
It is exchausted and I personally don't think I have what it takes to do this...
God Christmas is going to be a complete nightmare.
I mean, just to give you an idea of how bad retail was for me today was...An old granny had just walked past me as I was scanning products and all I could smell was shit. It was obvious she had gone to the toilet in her draws but SERIOUSLY. It was the most...disgusting thing I have ever smelt in my entire life.
So...yeah....fun facts for the day.
Tired now though, I reckon I will try and get an early night tomorrow...I'm going to have to cut a deal with another Supervisor tomorrow about Saturday since I will more than likely have to work.
Monday, 5 September 2011
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