Tuesday 21 December 2010

"I really must stop saying sorry; it doesn't make things any better or worse"
Stephen Fry

Blogging is supposed to be an honest endeavour isn't it?
Well...
More about me and what makes me, well, me...
I honestly believe that I have spent my whole life trying to be appreciated.
Please don't assume that the things that follow make me a 'nice' person, they are in part, an effort to gain praise or just some form of appreciation from people. There is probably some Freudian or psychological explanation for my behaviour in general life, yet I see it as a form of normality. Don't you secretly crave or just appreciate the simple 'thanks' or just a hug from someone that cares?
I enjoy making people smile. A simple task you would think but not all the time. I've bought flowers for, created things for, massively gone out of my way for and gone into debt for people only to get- "yeah that's nice" or "cheers". I never want anything back, just the occasional phone call or text maybe asking how I am. I guess I'm just one of life's forgettable individuals. I just hurts when the one person you always hope wouldn't make you feel small and insignificant, does.
Woe is me? Nah! I keep my head down and attempt to devise my next scheme to make someone happy.
Oh, and if I've ever forgotten to thank anyone or appreciate them, it was a massive oversight and truly, honestly, not meant. Apologies again? Bad Kris!

"The more you ignore me, the closer I get"
Morrissey

I'll start by saying, ignorance is NOT bliss.
I work for a good company, (who for obvious reasons will remain unnamed) and they treat me like a person. I previously worked for other large businesses and I was either a piece of meat to be moved at will or a faceless, nameless number.
That seems to be the problem with modern commerciality, there is no personal touch if everything is to the company script. Building relationships and understanding customer wants and needs come second to productivity and footfall. Would not footfall increase if you know your customers? In a fast paced retail environment there should always be time for a genuine "how are you?" and taking those few seconds to actually listen to the reply. The same goes for the people that are colleagues. A few years ago an individual once said very succinctly to me, "Knowing and undertanding your team costs nothing but gains lots, in trust and pounds". Since, I always try to dig a little deeper and get to know the people I work with. Doing this has gained me friendships that will hopefully last a lifetime. One such relationship has caused me incredible heartache but the immeasurable happiness, adventure and companionship I have experienced more than counterbalance the negatives. About said person you will, in future posts, hear about ad nauseum.
I'll finish here with a smile and hopefully the line that if you reached this part makes you return for the next installment...
Yes, there is someone I have a crush on...

Monday 6 December 2010

A little about the 49th...

Blog number one then eh?
Just to pre-warn you, I'll probably cover (in no particular order, football, life, age, love, science, tv, politics, the web and literature) sounds a bit like a quiz show, "Kris, what topic would you like?" Me- "Eeeerm, bank, no, tv".
How to explain 49th?...
I've kind of always been 49th, the 49th placed runner at school, the 49th employee on the rota, the 49th person someone would phone for a chat...
Yes I've taken abit of artistic licence with the 49th bit, it just serves as an example of who I am.
Kind of minor significance in life, a worker ant to use an example.
I'm not being miserable or 'woe is me' about this fact, just that I've accepted it.
It does have it's advantages!
I can almost say anything I like and get away with the "It's only Kris", this can serve to both amuse and infurate me in equal measure!
Aaaanyway, more important things, ie football!
I support a great historic football club, established in 1884,
Tranmere Rovers
Yup, who are they? I hear you say...
We compete in the third tier of English football, admittedly over the last few years, the lower reaches of that tier.
We have a couple of rather more successful neighbours in Liverpool and Everton, they kind of look at us in a charitable way you would look at the poor old lady shuffling down your street with her Poundland or Farmfoods carrier bags.
"Aww that's cute, good on them for giving it a go, I'm too busy to help though, got too much shopping of my own to do, Next won't shop itself now will it? they may get an invite for a cup off coffee one day"
Then you forget they exist.
I love the place though, the view from my seat by the half way line, the mad old guy that shouts "ten minutes to go" when there is clearly 15, the burger hut, nuclear heated tea, the odd footballing gem we discover, that feeling of absolute belonging when I walk through the turnstile and see the out of proportionally large Kop stand with it's Union Jacks and Jamaican flags (in honour of our perennial player of the year and all round star, Jamaican captain Ian Goodison), all of these never fail to make me smile.
It's that sense of belonging and being part of something that I couldn't imagine getting from a big multinational millionaire club. Yes our board ignore us and tell us nothing but they do try to run a steady ship as much as they can and us rational fans do appreciate that.
If you are a fan of one of the traditional 'big' clubs, do you feel your club needs you? Or would your seat quickly be filled by the next willing occupant? Do you see you team more on Sky or in the pub because it's prohibitively expensive to actually go to the ground, smell the Bovril and watch as you can see your breath as your lateset multi-million pound star rolls around looking for a free kick?
The whole Terry/Rooney/any other overpaid eejit with too much time and money sagas bore me!
What about the man who plays for Barnet, Southport, Morecambe or Burton who has to find a club to play for in the summer just to pay his bills and mortgage? Where is his Sky money? Does the 'Barclays' Premier league pay his credit card bill? NO.
Chester C(sh)ity went bust because nobody inside the crazy world of the Premier league cared. I dread the day that hits my club.
That's one rant over!
I may start on politics, love or religion tomorrow...
God/Jesus/Jehova/Mohammed/Shiva/Vishnu/Allah/Chewbacca help us all...