The grass is always greener
Not always. Not sometimes. Very rarely is greener on the other side of the fence. It`s an old saying but relevant to me. I cut grass for a living. Fuck sake, writing this blog is as boring as the job it`s self. What makes it interesting is the people involved. Having an anally retentive supervisor, Garry Wellis, is a real pain in the arse. At present he is off sick with a willy (penis) problem. Poor chap. No sympathy from me. I hate him. No, don`t even think its a personality thing just with me. Nearly everybody hates him. Every month or so he gathers all the personnel together for a meeting. He stands there talking. Holding his poo in. Contracting his ring piece just in time. Stopping it before he soils his under ware. He tells us all what we should not do. Which is usually the things he did, when he was a worker (that`s a laugh). Poacher turned gamekeeper, he was a lazy argumentative sod.
I work for a private contractor whose name I shall not mention. This is the north west of England, in and around Manchester. Wet and windy.
