The boring bits

I should start with the boring bits (this could go on some time).

I have recently (running out of time to use that) turned 30 and even more recently got married to the most amazing person I have ever met. She really does make me the person I am today.

I now live in Wales but it has taken me a while to settle on Wales.

After finishing full time education I started working at a business travel agents, but the pay was awful so when the opportunity came to move into IT recruitment I took it and at 19 years old I was earning good money. Being 19 I also spent good money, mainly on boozing and nights out. After the millennium bug things slowed down and I decided to move on, I say move on it was more like jumping ship. I ended up training to be a croupier and landing a job for London Clubs. It was different to anything I had done before but it was a good job, paid reasonably well and the people were incredible, such a mix. Unfortunately that didn't last long, a hard night partying led me to break my ankle and after 6 weeks off work I went back and was made redundant (LIFO). A chance conversation with my local landlord had me applying to help them out behind the bar and in the cellar when they went away for two weeks. My first day involved Sam (crazy) pulling a gun on a group of holidaying South African coppers so I am surprised I went back the next day, but I did, and I loved it. When the managers came back I had a glowing reference from the assistant who had been running the place and I was duly offered a position as trainee assistant manager.

From there, I never really looked back and when the landlord took a position at a pub in Wales and offered me a job I went. I was there 6 months initially but it wasn't really working so I moved back to London. As soon as I got back to London I regretted it so when the call came offering me the job back in Wales I bit their hands off. Within two months of being back I was on my first relief and before long I was pretty much covering all the pubs in the area. The opportunity to open a new pub (again as assistant) then arose in Barry. Before long I was "reliefing" for Barracuda bars.

I'd had enough, enough of living out of a suitcase in B&B's with people I didn't know in towns I didn't like. I wanted to get home, home to Wales, because it felt like home, I had been there five years, had friends, had a place to live, had a life. A life that was slowly drifting by as I worked in Chesterfield followed by Colchester, no days off, no time for anything but work. I quit, I had to. I had no job to go to, but I would be alright.

I got a job 4 and half years ago (wow that time has flown by) and at the time it was for a couple of months until I found something else. Well I am still here but not really looking for anything else, other than the elusive lottery win.

Well that's the boring stuff, I hope my next post(s) are a lot more interesting than this one has been but we will see.