Eye

Eyes really are very under-rated.

The Job

The job

So I've been at work for three weeks now, or maybe four I'm not sure. But its going ok, up and down, like a yo yo. It is kinda cool what I do I guess, and the more I think about it the more I think 'shit am I really carrying this much responsibility, do these people really trust me to be doing this?'
Basically I am fully responsible for insuring that three mills have enough wheat, oats,maize,peas,barley on a day to day basis to make enough bread and other products. That's just insane to let someone as nonchalant as me carry out such a heavy task. Today I was controlling all of the product out of a mill in Manchester, product that feeds cattle, that allows them to grow, and be milked and killed for tasty steak, me...in control of that!

It does get a bit repetitive I must admit, playing the same mill, the same calls and scoring the same deals with regular hauliers, but there are some laughs to be had. For example one haulier phoned today,
"frontier jack speaking"
"jack is Alicia there?"
"She is, shall I put you across?"

He simply replies,

"is she fit jack?"

Hahaha and thats it, my afternoon has been made, me and Jim end up talking for about fifteen minutes after Alicia, shes sat within ear shot but is none the wiser.
"Well would you?" He continues,
"Urrrh"
"That's a no then!" We're both in hysterics.

"How many pints would it take? Four? I always flirt with her on the phone, I bet shes fat, is she fat jack? This always happens, I always flirt with the fattys"

Hes laughing for England and so am i. I lean back in my chair in hysterics and start to feel good, I'm in an office chatting, laughing, but doing business all at the same. Its clicked.

"Whats that saying, flirt on the phone add 2 stone" hes roaring down the phone...so am I.
I don't care what people in the office think, and Ive been to his site in Worcester, i know he is just sat in a portacabin next to a calender of lorries, hugging a mini electric heater, but we are both on fire.

"Always the fattys, well you better put me across jack"

Moments like that make the job so much more worthwhile.yo It wasn't just Jim either. Ive have two shit days, and today in stead of getting wound up, i just went with it, just chatted to everyone properly, no business talk...but it was somehow, and it worked.

"Hows your week been Dave?" I ask,
i know the answer but it will start a fun conversation...

"Fucking shit" he replies.

Brilliant, it works you know, I'm letting them know that I am on their side, I empathize with them, listen to them and look out for them. I hook them up with work and as a result they keep saying less and will hopefully scratch my back when I get in a tricky situation.

I'm not sure this is something I want to do long term, but the people are great, and sure I'm rough around the edges, when have I not been, but I'm doing ok. Ive been thrown in the pool, and I'm in class two, swimming...just.

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hi.just thought I'd say hi and hope your day was as good as it could be.thinking of you a bit but not too much...MMA

7degreeC's.

I'm earning fuck all money and living an existence that quite frankly barely counts as existence at all. I exist in that I am just a somebody who works in an office, for fuck all money, goes food shopping, fills the car up, irons shirts and cooks dinner. Fuck my life, has my life become what I have tried so hard to avoid? Predictable and boring? Oh it's Wednesday again so my car and fridge are both empty, thus I must shop again. Oh its the day after Monday and the day before Wednesday so I must iron some more shirts, no wait I forgot to wash them, shit. Worth mentioning that I look fucking good in a shirt though. Creased from bone idleness or not. (Just read this back...I'm such a moany bastard)

Who am I kidding, I swam in this lake last weekend

Yes that is frost in the foreground.

I guess that is a pretty cool (literally) thing to do. It was certainly different and far from predictable and boring. In fact it was liberating, swimming in 7degreeC water makes you feel very alive.

Last night I also went for a very random walk and got some cool shots.

God is watching you.

 This cathedral really is very impressive, so too is it's security system.

Reach.

 This tree puts on a good spread. I love a good tree I do.

Lincoln Cathedral

 Straight out of a Lonely Planet

Lincoln Windmill

This windmill was on a terrace of houses, for real. I was walking down a street of boring houses, then all of a sudden the houses surrender to this monstrous windmill standing tall, dwarfing everything around it, Lincoln obscurity strikes again.

I guess we all have to be boring now and again, otherwise the extraordinary moments would be nothing more than an extension of the mundane, and nothing would ever be special again. The boring days make the better days, well, better.

Like visiting Marwell zoo with this crazy coconut...

Who doesn't love to mount a Hippo?

A special day, just like swimming in 7degreesC. Special days make you feel alive, very alive, and very happy to be alive. So I guess yet again I have entered a blog with some negativity, blogged about it and found some positivity. 

For every boring mundane moment, there are twice fold special, 7degreeC moments.

What is your next 7degreeC moment going to be?

Step One.

Step one in the official guide to being Jack Wetherbee is: 

Write everything down. 

Because in the real world, with no one else around to watch your back, you have to think of everything, cover all bases, and generally get shit done yourself. No questions. I am learning this the hard way.
So for all of you out there who have yet to become FULLY independent and will be embarking on such a journey in the future, my first step in doing so successfully is write everything down, take notes, write lists, reminders, reminders to shop, wash, and, if you are are Jack Wetherbee...notes and reminders to think, and think again.

For one cannot think too much, when one is playing the world single handedly. 

The Long Walk, Windsor, Uk

Bike.

Holy shit I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight!

WOW.

http://vimeo.com/orpheusprod

The House.

Well I'm in and paying rent in a house in Lincoln. It's not my own house, I'm sharing with a man called Keith at Bendigo Place, no no not Bendigo in Australia, Bendigo of lonesome Lincoln. 

Bendigo of Oz would be way cooler

Keith is cool. He is big, friendly and helpful and keeps himself to himself, playing with his miniature modern railways and listening to the Archers. For someone so large he never seems to cook and the house is always very tidy, which is brilliant but kind of puts more pressure on me to keep it looking clean and tidy! He's also got a massive T.V, 3D might I add, which has never struck me as much of a big deal, until a frog jumped into my lap from the depths of the t.v screen whilst listening to the dulcet tones of David Attenborough. I couldn't believe it! This scene of frogs hopping around and almost out of the screen at you was truly amazing, all in full HD as well, mind blown! I feel like I'm treading on egg shells a lot though, making sure things are left as they are found, the shelves in the fridge have enough space, the kettle is the right way around, and my music isn't too loud. Do I keep my door open to be social? Well at least I offer him cups of tea which is something, and after all I'm paying to be here. 

Lincoln Common across the road

Anyway, So I'm 10mins by bike from the nice part of Lincoln, the common, and the side full of students and only 20mins by car to work, so everything is pretty peachy. Though I must say trying to live off a wage that is less that 'living wage' is pretty much impossible for anyone who likes to pursue, well, a life. If I had no hobbies, illegally downloaded music and films and dived supermarket bins for food and stole clothes from the homeless then perhaps just maybe I might be ok. Alas, I like to go to the cinema, and go swimming, and go the gym, and all sorts of other stuff which sadly involves money and that means that living off less than basic living wage is depressingly close to a loss per month...

...Oh silly me for wanting to earn my money the honest way, I should have just joined the growing number of freeloaders in this society expecting something for nothing, claiming benefits left right and centre and playing the system. Dirty, just dirty. Saying that I'm entitled to housing benefits? or is that only if I buy? I have no idea.

Ha, I've just run down stairs to check my new shirt hasn't been put in the tumble drier as it cost ££, and Keith the BK HERO has hung it up to dry separately. Awesome. Things look to be ok here, the shower is cold but that is getting fixed soon, other than that it's all gravy.

Now to meet some new people...

Did I mention how fucking awesome Lincolns Cathedral is?