Ali and I are sitting watching the games.
This morning an announcement came through suggesting that people were using their passes to watch the games. Apparently the obstructive motherfuckers at what they call P24 have become concerned that legit workers from our side of things are doing fuck-all – like most of their core staff – but then getting benefits.
I am happy to look into this because I’m not a games fan. I used to give a shit about the bob in the Winter Olympics. cus it was dad. But I’m not concerned about it all. Lovely of M to have facilitated my momentary access to his media stand, but that’s just me following the energy. It’s probably better that I only care about cricket. I’m not swept up in the details so I can just try and solve problems.
Considering how majestically incompetent the P24 security lot are, I’m delighted they’ve tried to make a request about how we use our passes. I’ve had people telling me I can’t walk through exits. I’ve had some people manhandle me on leaving – literally the man with no voice treated me like a bad prisoner when I had walked out of his logical unguarded exit. I was literally just going. The man is an idiot. Nobody is wasting time on our team, everyone is wasting time on their team. Useless self important fools.
I’m just going to bed. It’s been long again. I gave up driving through road closures and got the metro. I’m tired. Too tired. But half of why I’m so tired is because these fucking lunatics at P24 have no clue what it is to prioritise. They are a catastrophe. I’m largely just parking and carrying things in these days, as it is absolutely pointless trying to cope with the p24 fuckwits at the van gates. I would honestly be happier punching myself in the face.
Night night Paris. I’m getting to the point where I can’t be fucked there’s too much obstruction despite me trying to smooth, but… someone has to carry things… I’m good to continue to respond… but I’m fucked.
AlBarclay 