Working with someone and then going onto having a relationship whilst in the workplace is a difficult and not too often successful thing. In this circumstance this has been the obvious “See what I mean”. After Sarah split up with me I just found it so hard to be able to speak to her without feeling hurt, rejection, sadness and like a broken soul.

It was a slow process but we are now friends and on speaking terms, it’s not that we had fallen out but the situation was somewhat harder because we work together. I still care deeply for Sarah and maybe one day she has said that we could revisit what we had, because even she knows herself we had something special together and it was more than love, it was friendship, companionship, trust and respect.

Maybe one day I will meet the girl of my dreams, maybe one day Sarah and I may get back together, but what i do know is this, you just have to keep picking yourself up and try again.

Firstly, apologies for the lack of blog entries in a month. Truth is I ran out of ideas for entries until I started a new relationship with a girl I worked beside, you’ll notice I am using past tense, well we had been dating up until last night.

Things were going well, we had gone out on a date, and eventually a lot of nights out socialising ended up in us becoming more than friends. But things became stale and I knew there was something just not right, call it a hunch. She was holding hands less, cuddling less and I knew that this was inevitable. Despite her reassurances that “everything was ok” last night she dumped me claiming that she just couldn’t face doing it because she knew it hurt me.

The worst part of all this is that we still have to work together and I just don’t know that I could face up to this anymore, she meant the world to me and just don’t know if i can speak to her again, not because i ahte her, but because everytime I see her, ill be reminded of what we had and what we lost.

Love is lifes greatest enemy, no sooner do you find someone but she is taken away from you again, everyone just wants to feel love, companionship, that loving and knowing gaze of contentment between two people that care for each other in a special way.

As for Sarah and I, only time could heal broken wounds, I don’t think I have cared as much for someone as much as this since the girlfriend I had at high school which was revisited many years later until she cheated.

Right now, i just feel like i want to fall into a deep sleep never to wake again , perhaps I still haven’t learned my lesson from one of my previous blog entries

http://www.brettmclaughlin.co.uk/2008/08/what-did-we-learn-today/

Hey everyone, no I’m not dead honest guv lol. Apologies for the lack of bloginess, busy,busy,busy …

This blog entry wont disappoint, I can assure you, so … picture the scene right, at work and all of a sudden I need to use the little janitors room, now I know what you’re thinking, “Why the heck is Brettzilla Mood Killer telling us about his trip to the toilet” well, all is about to be clear …

Now I understand why small businesses would use motion sensor lights but for a large company like Asda I see no point and especially in a staff toilet not customer.

So I’m sitting there doing my thing and I put my hand on the rail which directly above is a motion sensor super hand dryer which apart from anything else scared the living bejeezus outta me when it blasted on. So I tried to stay still to stop it from coming on and in the process was plunged into darkness.

So there I am shouting “OI put the bl**dy light on” not realizing at this point it was on a motion sensor thingy. Lets just say I had a red face that day.

There’s a moral to this story, and it comes at the very end.

Remember the entry about those dreaded wasps, well, those wasps and I had some unsettled business.
Well, rather they had some unfinished business with me.

So there I was, my trusty litter picker in one hand, balls in the other (not literally of course), dressed in my Asda Aces uniform (black tshirt, cap, trousers, yellow hi-viz vest) I must have been a wasps aphrodisiac I’m telling ya’. So I thought to myself “right I am pretty much caught up so I’ll have a 5 minute breather”. I went to sit down on the edge of a wall when I was confronted by WaspVader who seemed to be rather than dieing off topped up on caffeine and very much alive kicking buzzing and stinging anything in its path. In a state of sheer panic (yes I’m a big woose) I bolted up and out the way. It had vanished and all was calm and quiet …. TOO QUIET I thought scratching my thinly spread designer stubble.

Suddenly I feel vibrations similar to those of a boeing 747 passing by, looking up I see the wee beggar in the under side of the skipped bit (the bit that sticks out) AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH EEEEEEP !

I panic sending the cap hurtling to the ground with the wasp in tow, I wonder if it enjoyed its free shot at the shows because it was about to be its last. Picking up the cap with a distinct hesitance …

IT HAD GONE UNDERGROUND AGAIN, I swear this wasp has had training from Osama “Bin” Laden right enough. Then as if I had not had enough excitement for one afternoon I then feel my picker vibrating …
THE LITTER PICKER GOES FLYING ALONG WITH ONE NOW VERY IRATE WASP LEAVING ONE VERY IRATE ASDA JANITOR SHAKING WITH ADRENALIN.

I pick up the picker and once again the wasp has “buzzed off” this time returning to my barrow.
I lined my picker up and waited until it was in line with it and then WALLOP.
Brett 1 - Wasp 0

The moral of this story is DONT STOP, KEEP MOVING.

Well after just 4 weeks, it’s over, I should learn to be less naive and stop falling for people I hardly know. It just leads to being hurt, which is only my own doing. Sure everyone wants to be and feel loved but like I once said internet relationships do not work although this time she was a lot closer than ones of past, least she was in Scotland and I was able to go up to see her.

Everything is a learning process, you do not automatically stop learning after you leave school, you continue to learn new things throughout your life, make mistakes and in turn learn from your mistakes.

If everything was wrapped up in 30 minutes or less like they did on TV, the world would be a much less pleasant place.

And in true Friends fashion, Jules and I are “On A Break”, where things will go from here?, I do not know

I’m not amused ……

I was stung on the back of the neck by a wasp yesterday, I didn’t even feel the wee beggar sting me, it was only till later on that I felt my neck sore and when I investigated, found a lump the size of Mount Etna (that might be a bit of an exaggeration but go with me here), so I got a first aider to assist me and ended up smelling like vinegar for a few hours inevitably ending up with a new nickname “Chippy” *rolls eyes.

Mind you the girl “Tamara” that called me it is really hawt *evil grin, so I’ll allow it.

OOH on a side note I am heading out to a nightclub with some of my new work mates oops sorry “colleagues” as Asda likes to call them. Tamara is one of them.

As promised, here is the final part of the Condom story which I started several days ago.

So when we last left off, I had high tailed it the heck outta WHSmth’s with my tail between my legs (no puns intended), but, a few days had passed, the dust had settled and the joke story that was my bad luck had died down. So what happened next I hear you scream?

Well, again it was my tea break but this time I had decided to go to Superdrug for something (no not condoms) just some provisions. Got to the till and like last time, went to produce my switch to pay the items when yet again the stupid condom fell out onto the counter, this time much much more seen it.

Why OH Why, did I not take it out after the first calamity, lets just say I now have a “reputation”.

So all who reads this blog, the moral of this story is PRACTICE SAFE SEX, PRACTICE COMMON SENSE

Have it handy when you think you’ll need it and keep it out of harms way when you don’t

They often say that you should practice safe sex and of course I am all for that, however as you are about to read, sometimes you can be to cautious.

Let us set the scene shall we, it was a busy sunny and summery weekday afternoon and I was on my lunch hour from work, so I thought I’d head downstairs to get something.

I headed for WHSmiths where I bought a sweety, bottle of irnbru, you know the usual. Got to the cashier and proceeded to get my wallet out to pay with my trusty switch card, opened up th wallet and as I was removing the card, didn’t a condom dislodge and fall onto the counter.

Talk about my face being beetroot,in the manicness of it all, and since i was in a damned hurry to hightail it out of there, i almost forgot my groceries.

Now you would think that I had learned from this and removed the condom from my wallet, well that is what you would THINK ANYWAY

Stay glued for the conclusion of this story (part2)