A Brazillian With A Sword…Ouch!

So I am between jobs.  Albeit for 48 hours, but nevertheless, as intended I left the old place on Friday in a blaze of apathy, and am now having my loins girded for the enslaught of a new challenge tomorrow.

My working time at the old place fizzled out predictably, reflecting my appropriate levels of enthusiasm for the place.  The “leaving do” was a cosy lunch for three at the local Beefeater, where indeed I ate beef.  Luckily one of the three was my boss, and so as work etiquette dictates, those that earn the most pay the bill.  Being a Beefeater we did of course have the option of their set menu, that being –

Prawn Cocktail

Steak

Black Forest Gateaux

However, time was against us, so one course it was, as I had to get back to the office to do some more browsing of the internet to make sure it was all correct.  It wasn’t.

The evening saw me out on the tiles in Manchester for the first time in…well…ever.  This was not my leaving do I hasten to add.  I was driving as my attendance was a last minute decision.  Several colleagues from former employees were out and about, and I decided to tag along, mainly on the promise of a Rusholme curry.

Again, I was thwarted, as by the time we (one other colleague from present place was also going) had set off, the plans had changed, and we were going to eat in central Manchester at three times the price and half the enthusiasm.  Anyway, we started in some aircraft hangar like post modern bar in Piccaddilly (Kro Bar I think…do you get it??) and I willingly handed over the best part of a tenner for a pint of Fosters and a coke.  Colleagues arrived, we chatted, moved on to other bars, I drank more coke, and basically just counted down the minutes until food.  Slightly unfair that as it was good to catch up with folks I hadn’t seen in quite a while.

It turns out we were to be treated to a Brazillian.  I’m all for being neat and tidy but I fear this to be overkill!!

We also ate at a place called Bem Brasil.

bem brasil

With an s not a z

For those familiar with the Floridian equivalent of Texas De Brazil, you will be aware of the idea behind this restaurant.  You pay a set price that you expect to include a week’s accomodation, fill yourself up on cheap salad and soup and then watch blokes walk round with their swords out.

To be fair, it was very nice.  As I was eating with eight drunken blokes, it did turn into an episode of Man Vs Food very quickly, with the last to turn their coaster from green to red deemed the winner.  I counted myself the winner, despite not even bothering the scorers with my volume of food intake,  as shortly after getting to full, I threw (a lot of) some notes onto the table said my goodbyes, and then went to give a nearby car park my next mortgage payment.  There ended my leaving day!  The others I fear went on to who knows what and a large headache!

My one pint of Guinness and all that protein have stayed with me throughout the weekend, but I shall not elaborate on that here.

The other major event linked to my leaving is the lack of IT in the house.  Having handed back my state of the art (ahem) Dell laptop, and my iPhone, the house is bereft of decent devices with which to interact with the internet.  I am typing these words up in the converted loft, on a three year old PC, that has taken all of Saturday to catch up with the world, by way of installing updates for everything on it, and a few for things we don’t have.  We don’t use it a lot these days, and it shows.

We do have other laptops and computers shoved into various cupboards, but they are so old that the porn on them involves not a plumber coming to fix a fridge, but a blacksmith coming round to sort a horse out with his anvil.  I think I might copyright that film idea right there.

So until I turn up tomorrow we have had to endure the loft PC, and I am using Rebecca’s old phone, a Nokia E5.  I’m sure it is fit for purpose and all that, but let me tell you it is crap!!  It still has a good few months to run on the contract, but the chances of me sticking with it for all of those is pretty slim I must say.

For those who can remember as far back as last week, I had been cryptically referring to another job opportunity.  Well, it still exists, and negotiations have been ongoing over the weekend between my people (me) and their people (expensive recruitment agent).  Alas, as we stand we are some way apart on the valuation of me, and amazingly it is I who think I am worth more than they currently offer.  The reason for the oddness of this opportunity is it would involve me working overseas.

So, the compensation for doing so has to be huge, and right now, it isn’t huge enough, so it rests on the back burner and will remain so unless they come back with a number very close to the one I sent back in the last email, with more than a hint of disdain for their offer.  This all sounds very high powered business doesn’t it.  If I had hair, I’d slick it back, put some red braces on and shout agressively into a phone the size of a house brick.  Well, that Nokia E5 is pretty much as much use as one.

Until the opportunity is either finally buried or definitely on, I won’t bore you with any further details, which I’m sure is a blessing all round.

So what has been a very stressful time is hopefully coming to an end.  I just want to know what job I am doing, so I can commit to it, and deal with the relative ups and downs of whichever one it is.  I’m sure I’ll get this “closure” in the next day or so which will be a relief, not least for you dear reader, who is no doubt bored stupid hearing of it, on a blog where I keep saying I don’t do work stuff!!

So I shall leave you now, as Rebecca and I are home alone this evening.  Emily is out at a friends having pizza, sweets and DVDs, which is an odd meal in anyone’s book, and Louise is out at a friend from work’s wedding.  Yes Sunday is an odd day for a wedding, but the bride is up the duff and I suppose time is of the essence!  Either that or Louise is out at Dem Brasil with Dr Kildare from work, admiring the swords on show.

As an aside, for technical reasons that are beyond me, the spell check feature on this here WordPress blog thingy, does not work on this crappy PC, so I apologise now for any glaring errors you have just waded through.

Till the next time…..

6 thoughts on “A Brazillian With A Sword…Ouch!

  1. Another great post, you do make me smile. Also a bit confused. In fact they are getting so obtuse I think you must be in line for election to a Government role?! Good luck with your new job (assuming you get it) and I can’t wait to find out what it is! Keep ’em coming please. 🙂

    MKingdom for PM! Now please make a Florida holiday mandatory. 🙂

  2. Hope you get what you are worth Craig. I’m curious to know where the overseas bit would be should they pay your worth and I wonder if the mileage between ‘overseas’ and a Davenport zip code would be less than those from a Boltonian one 😉

  3. Overseas? Have you applied to be the head of IT at the Magic Kingdom then Craig? Hope you get it then – cheap visits for all your faithful blog readers! 🙂

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