On Saturday Bethnal Green Celtic played two friendly games back to back. We lost the first game 1-0 and then got absolutely thumped in the second game about 7-1. It was so bad I actually lost count of the amount of goals we conceded.
Some of the players need to sharpen up pretty damn quick or this team will get eaten alive in the league next month.
Alfie & Wes turned up for a bit and they, along with Reiss, started a few “BCG! BGC!” chants. But my favourite was when they started singing “Then I saw his face, it was Dean Saliba!” I felt just like a proper player and even gave a traditional thumbs up like a player would to acknowledge his fans.
Sunday I injured my knee at training and had to go home. It still hurts so I might give Tuesday training a miss and see if it is OK to play on Saturday, but I think the manager might not pick me because I will have missed Tuesday training. He has a policy about not picking players who miss training.
It’s a good job I don’t have to pay for my medical bills as we have the NHS in this country, but living in the United States I’d have to join a company like Blue Cross NC who charge you a premium.
I went back to work today and if I was moaning about how boring scrubbing walls was then I’m about to go into hyper mode because we had to clean the kitchen. Steaming (not scrubbing or wiping) grease off the metal surfaces all over the room. And because I’m the tallest I had the awesome task of steaming the parts of the kitchen surfaces that were too high for the short-arsed women I work with.
I never thought I’d say this but I’m actually looking forward to the kids returning from their holiday so we can get back to normal cleaning routines.
I also found out that Ben (one of the guys who works in our team) had stormed out of work and quit his position. We were not told the reason but I think it might have something to do with the supervisor. She has been polite and nice to me but I have been there when she has been very nasty to Laura, Peter & Ben.
She was horrible to him only a couple of days before and was telling him off like a school kid for asking why he was not allowed to wear his hat. I looked at the signing in book and he simply wrote “Fuck you I quit” several times.
It wasn’t all bad though, we got to leave work 20 minutes early as the supervisor was tired and wanted to go home.