The last week hasn’t been great.  I’m fed up with having to chase clients for money, and being made to feel guilty for doing so.  I always pay bills on time, and expect others to do the same.  They’re happy with my work, but I still have to threaten legal action in order to even get an indication that I might actually get paid, let alone a cheque, which will inevitably bounce.

I went out Fri night and had some guy I know hassle me all night because he is love with an ex-friend of mine.  He told me this repeatedly in front of his current girlfriend.  I was stuck in the middle and didn’t give a fuck about him or my ex-friend.  I felt for his girlfriend, she’s not the nicest girl but she didn’t deserve that.

Turns out the ex-friend in question was spending the night shagging some guy I kinda know at a mate’s house.  It’s bad enough having drunken sex on a stranger’s sofa, without their permission, with a random guy you don’t know.

It’s even worse when you decide to leave a used sanitary towel stuffed down the back of the sofa.

I honestly can’t believe I used to be friends with this girl, I appreciate she has a few problems, but there is no excuse for acting like that.  For quite a while people used to think I was seeing her.  Some still do.  I’ve just deleted her number.  I don’t want anything to do with her.

On Friday I heard that a guy I kinda knew through my old man has died.  He was a friend of my dad’s, and led a pretty normal life until about 20 years ago when as far as I’m aware had a stroke, which left him mentally and physically disabled; he spent over two decades in a wheelchair.  My dad used to take him out to the pub every Friday for years.  He fell asleep with a cigarette, and died in the resulting fire.  The poor guy lived such a tragic life, and I only hope he’s in a better place.  It’s puts all the insignificant things in my life into perspective, trivial things like money and work really don’t matter.  There are always people worse off than yourself.  RIP Phil.