"It's our last week" Claimed KS. Not only does he fail to understand how a baseball cap should be worn, he also can't count. So convinced was he of this final week at our work placement that we all thought he was right, managers included. Today the issue was sorted as my boss went off to the office and returned with confirmation that we all have another week to run.

Good news for J, who had to take the day off work because it's his girlfriends birthday (Full marks there J). He was so keen on a booze up after work to celebrate the completion of our tour of duty. Actually I noticed a few of the managers were asking whether we had another week to run. Makes you feel wanted, it really does.

That brings me neatly round to the subject of Baby G. He's the understudy for J today while he's off work. Normally he covers the weekend when we're not there, but this friday he opened the door for us and out poked a gimpish head. He's a youngster. Oh no... I hate youngsters with authority. I'd been warned that Baby G was something of a prat and I must admit, there was a wave of pratishness as he leaned out the doorway to appraise these two dole seekers he'd never seen before.

He never bothered to introduce himself. Not a word. He just handed out tasks for the day in that irritating "Do it, Doleseeker" kind of manner. Worst still he assumed I didn't know how to do the job. After twelve weeks? With two decades of warehouse experience behind me? "I'm going to be a supervisor next year" He told me. Oh? Really? Am I supposed to be impressed? Every five minutes he gave me a job to do and as soon as I'd gotten into the swing of it, gave me another. No wonder the stockroom is such a mess every monday morning - no-one gets to finish anything. Conclusion - Wet behind the ears and a little full of his own importance.

He didn't like me either apparently. I imagine he found me a little harder to impress than his mates. Anyone who gives themselves a 'gangsta' name like Baby G deserves to be taken for a fool. They say first impressions count. At least I know how to.

From The Heart

A few pieces of poetry I discovered discarded on notepaper in the stockroom. No idea who wrote them, but here they are, as written...

Let me in from the rain

Never let me go again

Feel the water run down my face

A little piece of me moves on

I keep on walking down this road

I've seen a million people change

I used to think if I never tried

I would never fail

Now I realise I can do anything

Take another photo for your book

Because I won't be there

A little piece of someones inner thoughts and emotions. No, I'm not poking fun at it. Sometimes we get drepressed and unhappy about the way the world is and our failures at coping with it. I know I have from time to time. A part of me wants to help. Well... Whoever you are, smile. Take pleasure in small things. The world can be a crap place sometimes but it's up to each of us to make it worthwhile. Stick around. You might like my photos. Or maybe other peoples too. Wouldn't want you to miss out on that.