Ok, this blog makes for pretty depressing read so far, I know. I'll have to live a more exciting life so I have cool stuff to blog about. Like the giant chunk of chocolate cake I just ate! I'm kinda regretting it now, but being a fat kid, I do love cake.
So I figured it out. I have 6 weeks of being a worthless bum left. Then I'll start training to be a fucking bus driver. So 2 years of that and I'll be free. I'll also be 30 years old. Kinda depressing huh?
I've always fancied the emergency services as a job, with my personality, I think I would be well suited to a job like that. I'm fairly laid back and can keep a cool head in a crisis. It's also very much in my nature to help people. I looked at the ambulance service, but I didn't have the particular driving licence to go for it, I also kinda feel now that it doesn't appeal to me as much, what if someone died while I was trying to help them? Or because I made a mistake? So I looked at the police, which is so hard to get into, even my brother couldn't manage. I doubt I'd even make it through the paper sift. So it leaves me with the fire service. When I was looking at their website and testimonials, it really appealed to me. I think it's the kind of job I could do well and really enjoy. So I guess thats kinda my plan. Spend 2 years on the buses, (maybe) start transitioning, be ready to apply for the fire service.
I also just bought Biffy Clyro's album puzzle. I dont know why I waited so long to buy it, I've known about these guys and liked their music for years. I went for a period there not really buying any music, but I have been this last wee while. I'm gonna try pick up their other albums this weekend.
In other news, I seem to have suddenly become really quite good at Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. It took me a wee bit of getting used to the new maps and guns (I was a COD 4 fan), but I seem to have managed it. I was playing online with my brother the other day and we were fucking kicking ass! My brother and I are life long gamers, we grew up playing games like Double Dragon Streets of Rage 2 together, we work together as a team fantastically well. I'm very much enjoying this game. Although I don't get to play with him as much as he now lives with his gf who doesn't like computer games. So often our gaming sessions end with him saying "*** has just said to me 'are you going to spend any time with me tonight?'". Poor guy. M has been really good about me playing it though, which is very much appreciated.
So here's some videos, cos I like videos.
I used to watch this as a kid!
This guy's good!
I used to go the wee axe guy, my brother was always the big guy.
Power up!
I always used to go this guy, Max. My brother would be the wee kid Skate, or Axel
Now I want to play sega lol
Friday 29 January 2010
Wednesday 27 January 2010
I passed!
Well, I think I've neglected this blog long enough, time for an update! I took the theory test for the bus licence, and I got like 94% I think, anyway I passed. I expected to, alot of it is really common sense stuff. On the day of the test, it kinda sucked, I did another practice on the day of the test and got the same kind of scores, so when it came to doing the test I was fine. It ended up being something like over 2 hours I had to wait to do the test though, there was some kind of problem with the computer needing to do an update. So I got to sit around a crummy waiting room for 2 hours coughing and hacking with this bloody chest infection, which I might add is yet to clear up!
So, I applied for a bunch of call centre jobs recently after a bout of desperation, so now I have an interview with an agency I worked for before and another 2 on friday. They all want to do credit checks which makes me a little nervous as I've missed 2 payments (due to misinformation on the bank's part) on my mortgage, although it's been resolved with the bank.
Ah fuck it, I don't know really how I feel about all this. On one hand I want to get back into work, being off work is driving me crazy, I've turned into a total bum, my health is suffering, my diet is just bloody awful, although I've barely been eating while I've been sick. But living at home is seriously detrimental to my health. On the other hand, I don't want to be in this line of work. I've done it for years and hated it, that's why I tried to break out into driving work. Which makes the bus driving that more appealing, BUT the problem with the bus driving is the company. I don't think I've explained it all, but they tie you in for 2 years if your a trainee. They make you pay back £2k over the 2 years to pay for the training, and if you want out before the 2 years, you have to buy out. Now, £2k for driver training is quite frankly taking the piss. My class 2 (category C) was around £700 for 2 weeks, class 1 (category C+E) training is around £900 for 2 weeks. The bus training is 3 weeks, and will be for an automatic, I struggle to see how something easier than class 2 training will be more than double the price, I call bullshit.
This company is known for their ruthlessness, they're great at undercutting the competition and driving them out. I've also been told the working conditions are pretty crap, 3 hour lunch breaks, split shifts, set holidays, set time off, you can't ask for time off. I dunno, it doesn't impress me or endear me to this company.
So I think I will likely get an offer from one of the agencies, but my parent's are as always pushing me to go for the buses anyway. They want me to take the agency work for a month or two till the buses start training in the middle of March. I'm having reservations about this, it would not be fair to a company to start working with them and then quit in the middle of their training. I dunno... I'm fed up of being stuck in this situation, thats for sure.
I had a viewer for my flat, they seemed pretty interested. A couple looking for something for their daughter who's in england just now. The estate agent's been in touch quite a bit, the guy had questions and I think they'll want a follow up visit for their daughter to see it. I really hope they buy it, I'm selling at £8k under value, and when its valued at £45k, thats a pretty big chunk off. I just need to get rid of it asap.
So, I've also met someone. I'm not going to say too much about the whole thing as I know they'll be reading this lol, but I'm pretty happy and I'm getting alot of motivation from the whole situation. It's nice to have someone on my side for a change, and hear nice things instead of insults and threats.
So, aye, I'm a bum and I stink so I'm gonna go take a shower now. Wish me luck with the interviews?
So, I applied for a bunch of call centre jobs recently after a bout of desperation, so now I have an interview with an agency I worked for before and another 2 on friday. They all want to do credit checks which makes me a little nervous as I've missed 2 payments (due to misinformation on the bank's part) on my mortgage, although it's been resolved with the bank.
Ah fuck it, I don't know really how I feel about all this. On one hand I want to get back into work, being off work is driving me crazy, I've turned into a total bum, my health is suffering, my diet is just bloody awful, although I've barely been eating while I've been sick. But living at home is seriously detrimental to my health. On the other hand, I don't want to be in this line of work. I've done it for years and hated it, that's why I tried to break out into driving work. Which makes the bus driving that more appealing, BUT the problem with the bus driving is the company. I don't think I've explained it all, but they tie you in for 2 years if your a trainee. They make you pay back £2k over the 2 years to pay for the training, and if you want out before the 2 years, you have to buy out. Now, £2k for driver training is quite frankly taking the piss. My class 2 (category C) was around £700 for 2 weeks, class 1 (category C+E) training is around £900 for 2 weeks. The bus training is 3 weeks, and will be for an automatic, I struggle to see how something easier than class 2 training will be more than double the price, I call bullshit.
This company is known for their ruthlessness, they're great at undercutting the competition and driving them out. I've also been told the working conditions are pretty crap, 3 hour lunch breaks, split shifts, set holidays, set time off, you can't ask for time off. I dunno, it doesn't impress me or endear me to this company.
So I think I will likely get an offer from one of the agencies, but my parent's are as always pushing me to go for the buses anyway. They want me to take the agency work for a month or two till the buses start training in the middle of March. I'm having reservations about this, it would not be fair to a company to start working with them and then quit in the middle of their training. I dunno... I'm fed up of being stuck in this situation, thats for sure.
I had a viewer for my flat, they seemed pretty interested. A couple looking for something for their daughter who's in england just now. The estate agent's been in touch quite a bit, the guy had questions and I think they'll want a follow up visit for their daughter to see it. I really hope they buy it, I'm selling at £8k under value, and when its valued at £45k, thats a pretty big chunk off. I just need to get rid of it asap.
So, I've also met someone. I'm not going to say too much about the whole thing as I know they'll be reading this lol, but I'm pretty happy and I'm getting alot of motivation from the whole situation. It's nice to have someone on my side for a change, and hear nice things instead of insults and threats.
So, aye, I'm a bum and I stink so I'm gonna go take a shower now. Wish me luck with the interviews?
Sunday 17 January 2010
I'm sick
Yeah, that's right, I'm sick. Again. I'm not bloody impressed. It's some flu like thing, I ache all over, even my eyes hurt when I blink for crying out loud! This is not fun. I can also feel fluid in my lungs, that hurts like a bitch. Fortunately it seems to be clearing up, even if the other symptoms aren't.
My mother has been pestering me to go into this bus place tomorrow and sit a mock theory test, to prove I'm ready for the real thing. Last time I did this (before the whole scheme was suspended) I was getting 97-98% in my mock tests. I've barely read the theory book recently though. I've been caught up in the FTM UK collab channel and website I've not even thought about the book. Which is really fucking dumb, I know. Some times I lose sight of my real priorities and get lost in the fun stuff. I need to start getting the finger out and studying more. Although if I feel like this tomorrow, I dont know I'll be able to go anywhere.
My mother even agreed that I'm ill, which is really saying something, especially if you've been following my transition blog.
It was my birthday yesterday, I am now officially 28. We had our wee party on the saturday night though as my brother came through for a visit. It was pretty cool, they done alot better with my presents this time, my mother said she would make up for the christmas that she accidentally made crap for me.
So, I got, The Lost Boys, the Die Hard quadrilogy, the Beverly Hills Cop trilogy, a Bench scarf, a cool Bench hat that I'd been looking for (although not quite the colours I wanted), some chocs (which I don't really like, anyone want them?), and a 'cat in a bag' (basically a mechanised ball that rolls around in side a wee bag with a fake tail sticking out) which has amused Lola no end.
The night was quite good despite my dad's repeated attempts to be a dick. I don't need to be told to close a door behind me every time I walk through it. And if I want to take a picture of my birthday cake before I blow out my candles, I will. I dont care if the wax is running, it's not gonna spoil the cake. And was there really any need to sing 'happy birthday' quicker than everyone else and then shout at me again to blow out the candles because of running wax?
We ordered take away as a treat, and all sat down to watch a film together. My first choice was Die Hard With a Vengence (I love that film), but as my mum and dad had watched it the other night (without me) they didn't want to watch it again so soon. So I conceded and we watched Die Hard 1. After that, I suggested one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies, which my dad blatenly ignored and put on some stupid game show he wanted to watch, despite the fact I'd said I didn't want to watch it and shortly after left the room.
Even on my birthday, during my 'birthday party' this guy cannot rein himself in. What a dick.
Anyway, I saved you a bit of cake, grab it before someone eats it all.
My mother has been pestering me to go into this bus place tomorrow and sit a mock theory test, to prove I'm ready for the real thing. Last time I did this (before the whole scheme was suspended) I was getting 97-98% in my mock tests. I've barely read the theory book recently though. I've been caught up in the FTM UK collab channel and website I've not even thought about the book. Which is really fucking dumb, I know. Some times I lose sight of my real priorities and get lost in the fun stuff. I need to start getting the finger out and studying more. Although if I feel like this tomorrow, I dont know I'll be able to go anywhere.
My mother even agreed that I'm ill, which is really saying something, especially if you've been following my transition blog.
It was my birthday yesterday, I am now officially 28. We had our wee party on the saturday night though as my brother came through for a visit. It was pretty cool, they done alot better with my presents this time, my mother said she would make up for the christmas that she accidentally made crap for me.
So, I got, The Lost Boys, the Die Hard quadrilogy, the Beverly Hills Cop trilogy, a Bench scarf, a cool Bench hat that I'd been looking for (although not quite the colours I wanted), some chocs (which I don't really like, anyone want them?), and a 'cat in a bag' (basically a mechanised ball that rolls around in side a wee bag with a fake tail sticking out) which has amused Lola no end.
The night was quite good despite my dad's repeated attempts to be a dick. I don't need to be told to close a door behind me every time I walk through it. And if I want to take a picture of my birthday cake before I blow out my candles, I will. I dont care if the wax is running, it's not gonna spoil the cake. And was there really any need to sing 'happy birthday' quicker than everyone else and then shout at me again to blow out the candles because of running wax?
We ordered take away as a treat, and all sat down to watch a film together. My first choice was Die Hard With a Vengence (I love that film), but as my mum and dad had watched it the other night (without me) they didn't want to watch it again so soon. So I conceded and we watched Die Hard 1. After that, I suggested one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies, which my dad blatenly ignored and put on some stupid game show he wanted to watch, despite the fact I'd said I didn't want to watch it and shortly after left the room.
Even on my birthday, during my 'birthday party' this guy cannot rein himself in. What a dick.
Anyway, I saved you a bit of cake, grab it before someone eats it all.
Thursday 14 January 2010
Bugger, I forgot to mention...
Uh yeah so in my haste to make a first post and see how the blog looks I forgot to mention a few things. For those of you who don't know, I'm Keltik. Im 27, due to be 28 in 2 days and I am just thrilled at the prospect of being almost 30 and having done bugger all worth mentioning with my life.
I'm transgendered, FTM, if you don't know what this means, the NHS have a wee discription page. I am unfortunately pre T and surgery, but for more on this, see my transition journal. I live in Glasgow, Scotland, and I'm 100% Scottish and I'm very proud of the fact, I love my country, I love living here and I love being Scottish.
I'm also a big MMA fan, I follow the sport as best I can but we don't get all the coverage here. I train in the sport at a gym in Glasgow city centre. I'm not going to name the place as I'd like to remain somewhat anonymous. I love the sport, I love getting stuck in and having fun, the gym also puts on a number of live fight shows which I've had the pleasure of being involved in.
I have cats, 2 currently whom I love to bits, 2 girls, Lola and Cheeky. I had 2 boys too that I lost recently which just broke my heart, they were the sons of Lola, Ninja and Travis. The pictures there are hosted on my twitpic account, there's even a picture of me in there somewhere if you have a look around.
I'm out of work currently, which is unusual for me, I've never been out of work for more than a few weeks at a time, yet this time thanks to this fucking recession, its now approaching a year. So, at this moment in time it would appear that I'm headed down the route of being a bus driver. Now, I really don't want to be a bus driver. I would like the license, I have my class C license (large goods vehilcles) and this would be a class D license but it means working for a company who don't treat their staff very well and tie you into a 2 year contract that you have to buy your way out of and that can cost up to £2k. Two fucking years or two grand? Fuck that.
I quite fancy one of the emergency services, in particular the fire service. Looking at their website and testimonials it seems like the type of job that would suit me and my personality quite well. Plus, chicks dig a uniform!
Ok, I can't really think of much else to write, I think that's enough to get me started.
I'm transgendered, FTM, if you don't know what this means, the NHS have a wee discription page. I am unfortunately pre T and surgery, but for more on this, see my transition journal. I live in Glasgow, Scotland, and I'm 100% Scottish and I'm very proud of the fact, I love my country, I love living here and I love being Scottish.
I'm also a big MMA fan, I follow the sport as best I can but we don't get all the coverage here. I train in the sport at a gym in Glasgow city centre. I'm not going to name the place as I'd like to remain somewhat anonymous. I love the sport, I love getting stuck in and having fun, the gym also puts on a number of live fight shows which I've had the pleasure of being involved in.
I have cats, 2 currently whom I love to bits, 2 girls, Lola and Cheeky. I had 2 boys too that I lost recently which just broke my heart, they were the sons of Lola, Ninja and Travis. The pictures there are hosted on my twitpic account, there's even a picture of me in there somewhere if you have a look around.
I'm out of work currently, which is unusual for me, I've never been out of work for more than a few weeks at a time, yet this time thanks to this fucking recession, its now approaching a year. So, at this moment in time it would appear that I'm headed down the route of being a bus driver. Now, I really don't want to be a bus driver. I would like the license, I have my class C license (large goods vehilcles) and this would be a class D license but it means working for a company who don't treat their staff very well and tie you into a 2 year contract that you have to buy your way out of and that can cost up to £2k. Two fucking years or two grand? Fuck that.
I quite fancy one of the emergency services, in particular the fire service. Looking at their website and testimonials it seems like the type of job that would suit me and my personality quite well. Plus, chicks dig a uniform!
Ok, I can't really think of much else to write, I think that's enough to get me started.
Hello Hello
Hello there, congratulations on finding this blog, it's my own personal non-transition blog that I probably won't mention alot. But seeing as how I've become an LJ pariah and dreamwidth just kinda sucks, I thought I'd set up shop here again.
I find at times when I'm posting in my transition blog that there's other things I want to write about, but that wouldn't really be appropriate for a transition blog. I started that with the intention of being a kind of therapy and a record. So one day, years from now when I'm (hopefully) post transition, I can look back at the journey to getting there.
So, to clarify, BecomingKeltik is the transition blog, this one is for all the wonderful and exciting goings on in my life.
/sarcasm
I find at times when I'm posting in my transition blog that there's other things I want to write about, but that wouldn't really be appropriate for a transition blog. I started that with the intention of being a kind of therapy and a record. So one day, years from now when I'm (hopefully) post transition, I can look back at the journey to getting there.
So, to clarify, BecomingKeltik is the transition blog, this one is for all the wonderful and exciting goings on in my life.
/sarcasm
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