It's not my problem
Sun 3rd Jan 2010
Why do people always think it's me that has to deal with it. When i say this i mean its coming from my work. My borther phoned me up today asking for the code, for cottam hall in poulton. I was thinking, ooh it's for the front door of the building the alarm code. He said do you know it and i said yes. Well thanks for nothing.
I'm like i was in my bed, phoned turend off and god knows what time he tried to get hold of me. Most likly he phoned me up at like 8am when im still in the land of nod. At the moment the council have put restristion barriors in place to stop the gypsys moving in over the chrismas holiday. And people haven't been able to use the car park.
They've got no choice but to park on blackpol old road. And when the sunday games are on it's going to be mayhem, just hope they all elave their cars for the morning. Also i've started to lock the gate so they can't drive up and park on the grass verge, cause they all drive like cow boys. You know boy racers, can't stand them.
These football players think i know everything, hey look pal not my problem phone the sports centre up. And you know what my reply is to them after they've asked what piych they're on....... i'm just a cleaner. yea cheers mate..... i'm not your mate i'm your slave who has to get up at 8am to open up, clen up after the last lot used it.
This is when your still in your comfy warm messy bed dreamming of black sheep and god know what else. And im in cottam hall cleaning up in the god dam cold!. Well thank god i'm getting paid for doing what you bunch of lazy people can't be botherd doing. I'l tell you what lets switch rols, you be the cleaner and see what's it like to get up at 8 in the morning. And i'll play for your crappy football team.