Age Concern...

So, let me give you some background to my work situation... I have worked in an administration role for a travel company for about a year and a bit, earning some millionnaire a load more money, as I scrape together enough for a extortionate copy of NME each week (£2.10, too dear for me!). Alas, the cost of rock 'n' roll these days eh!

Anyway - so now I've quit this admin role, but am working there almost part-time to train up my replacement, a 45 year old 'drink-gin-in-my-lunch-break' kinda guy. I'll be honest, the ladies find him creepy, I just think he smells a bit. So there's the pointless yet slightly entertaining background.

On Wednesday, I decided to go to work, and throughout the day, my replacement guy (lets call him Gerald) asks for my help and advice for various things. Also, our manager is away this week, so basically I'm his boss for the week, remember this! Usually, he would call for help, or stroll round to my desk to ask questions. This one time however, he decides to look at me as I walk past, say my name and use his finger as -what I can only call- a fishing hook to beckon me...

I couldn't believe it! How angered I was at this rude behaviour. Luckily I was able to curb my frustration and just have a mild 'go' at him, saying how I would not respond to that and couldn't believe he did it.... I think with him he thinks that because I am in the prime time of my life, half his age, have about 10 times more hair that him, then it is acceptable to treat me less than a human. I think not Mr Gerald! Well, I'm just glad I'm over that now and have forgiven him... I'm going to head and throw some darts at his face now :o) bye for now!

Ooo...Also, I thought I would add a little video of me filming a crowd bottle fight at Reading Festival last year before getting smacked myself, damn those kids!



Benji