Before I start having a whine check this out:
Thats so fucking cool. I just hope they've put as much thought into the movie.
Anyways, onto the whining.
At the moment nothing is going right. At all. Its got to the point were putting some orange juice into a glass results in a 15 minute clean up operation. Which made me late for work. That lead to this conversation:
Manager "Why are you late for work Geoff?"
Me "I managed to pour a carton of orange juice everywhere apart from the intended receptacle, it took a while to clean up"
Manager "You couldn't of just left it until you got home?"
Me "Nope, cos that'd mean my mum kicking my ass up and down the house"
Manager "OMG! U still live your parents! Loser! I just totally pwned u!"
Alright she didn't say the last bit, I just wanted to give you an impression of what a dick she is.
Then I went to deal with department. We had a display unit for DVD's, CD's and games delivered. I hand to over to the lady that deals with them along with instructions of what to place in it. She asks me how many to put in it. I reply with "Enough to fill it perhaps", which translates as "Use your common sense goddammmit".
I know that might seem unfair, but she seems incapable of normal thought. She'll come to me and tell me that some DVD's are missing their price labels. OK someones messed up just go and fix it, its not a big deal. What I havent realised is that by telling me she assumes this is now my problem. In her mind I need to go and fix the problem. Even though I've delegated it to her cos ITS HER FUCKING JOB!
I'm getting a little sick of her attitude to the job. The annoying sighs I get when I move her from what shes doing to something that needs attention straight away are beginning to grate. I know that getting interrupted while you're doing something is irritating. I know this cos it happens to me every five minutes, and its usually because this lady hasn't done her job properly
Enough of her though.
My real annoyance at the moment is that I won't be attending the Manchester Meet this weekend. A few months myself and The_New_Scum decided to go to the home of Oasis to celebrate my birthday. We gathered our friends together, booked a hostel and even made it an SGUK meet. This was gonna quite a weekend.
Until it all fell apart. Two of my mates blaming financial problems dropped out last week. Understandable given its close to christmas and one of them is only working 16 hours a week.
Then my partner in crime at work, Will, goes and crashes his car this weekend. This means he can't afford the time off work (he didnt officailly have the weekend off, he was gonna "pulll a sickie". not sure what that means having never done it). It sucks, but fair enough. We'll just have to enjoy yourselves without him.
Then Martin decides since the only people he'll know in Manchester are me and Chris he'd rather not bother. Despite s severe telling off from Chris he was resilliant in not attending.
This leads to a problem, the accomdation spilt six ways was very cheap. Divided by two is rather expensive. But fuck it I'll just be poor til the next payday. Plus I've got some money saved.
Last Sunday I took a few friends to see Beowulf (in 3D no less). We never reached our destination though. Halfway to the cinema the battery light comes on my dashboard. This has happened to me before, it means that shortly the battery will be dead and the car will stop working. So I turn the car around and make for home. Now if there's nothing that'll drain a battery quickly its headlights. When its dark though they are kinda important. Everything else electrical gets turned off, including the heater. Unfortunately this means the car mists up, only way to battle that is to open the windows and let the cold cold air in.
If you ever want to be very very scared pick a country lane and try drive down it with headlights that could be mistaken for candles. I couldnt see anything, and it was chucking down rain. Eventually the car ground to a halt ten minutes from home. Breakdown service is called, car is dumped at garage, I spend evening fuming.
Next day i hand over the money I had saved for Manchester to get the car fixed. Plus it needs to go back to fix the damage caused by the belt that powers the alternator snapping off (in case you dont one fo the jobs the alternator does is to charge the battery while the car is running. If that stops working you'll have a flat battery very quickly).
This means the closest I'm getting to Manchester this weekend is watching a Coronation Street omnibus. Instead I'm going boozing around Denbigh.
My luck recently is reaching an all time low. Its so bad I'm scared of talking to this girl I like in case my subtle flirting is misconstrued as rape. Yes its that bad. I'm fearful that if I spark up an (occasional) nicotine product I'll turn myself into a fireball.
Here's another actual example for you. Today I downloaded episode 11 of Heroes. Except it was a fake file. Out of twenty torrents I picked the bogus one.
I also feel like a right dick. The _New_Scum went to a lot of effort to organise our trip to Manchester, only for me to drop out. Cheers mate, and I'm sorry.
Anyways. Something cool will happen to balance all this out. Perhaps Westlife will spontaneously combust. Perhaps Jim Davidson will some come of the closet. Perhaps a money tree will sprout in my garden and flying pigs will prune the cash to fill my wallet .
At least theres Guitar Hero, more fun than a threesome with Buffy Summers and her sister.
Thats so fucking cool. I just hope they've put as much thought into the movie.
Anyways, onto the whining.
At the moment nothing is going right. At all. Its got to the point were putting some orange juice into a glass results in a 15 minute clean up operation. Which made me late for work. That lead to this conversation:
Manager "Why are you late for work Geoff?"
Me "I managed to pour a carton of orange juice everywhere apart from the intended receptacle, it took a while to clean up"
Manager "You couldn't of just left it until you got home?"
Me "Nope, cos that'd mean my mum kicking my ass up and down the house"
Manager "OMG! U still live your parents! Loser! I just totally pwned u!"
Alright she didn't say the last bit, I just wanted to give you an impression of what a dick she is.
Then I went to deal with department. We had a display unit for DVD's, CD's and games delivered. I hand to over to the lady that deals with them along with instructions of what to place in it. She asks me how many to put in it. I reply with "Enough to fill it perhaps", which translates as "Use your common sense goddammmit".
I know that might seem unfair, but she seems incapable of normal thought. She'll come to me and tell me that some DVD's are missing their price labels. OK someones messed up just go and fix it, its not a big deal. What I havent realised is that by telling me she assumes this is now my problem. In her mind I need to go and fix the problem. Even though I've delegated it to her cos ITS HER FUCKING JOB!
I'm getting a little sick of her attitude to the job. The annoying sighs I get when I move her from what shes doing to something that needs attention straight away are beginning to grate. I know that getting interrupted while you're doing something is irritating. I know this cos it happens to me every five minutes, and its usually because this lady hasn't done her job properly
Enough of her though.
My real annoyance at the moment is that I won't be attending the Manchester Meet this weekend. A few months myself and The_New_Scum decided to go to the home of Oasis to celebrate my birthday. We gathered our friends together, booked a hostel and even made it an SGUK meet. This was gonna quite a weekend.
Until it all fell apart. Two of my mates blaming financial problems dropped out last week. Understandable given its close to christmas and one of them is only working 16 hours a week.
Then my partner in crime at work, Will, goes and crashes his car this weekend. This means he can't afford the time off work (he didnt officailly have the weekend off, he was gonna "pulll a sickie". not sure what that means having never done it). It sucks, but fair enough. We'll just have to enjoy yourselves without him.
Then Martin decides since the only people he'll know in Manchester are me and Chris he'd rather not bother. Despite s severe telling off from Chris he was resilliant in not attending.
This leads to a problem, the accomdation spilt six ways was very cheap. Divided by two is rather expensive. But fuck it I'll just be poor til the next payday. Plus I've got some money saved.
Last Sunday I took a few friends to see Beowulf (in 3D no less). We never reached our destination though. Halfway to the cinema the battery light comes on my dashboard. This has happened to me before, it means that shortly the battery will be dead and the car will stop working. So I turn the car around and make for home. Now if there's nothing that'll drain a battery quickly its headlights. When its dark though they are kinda important. Everything else electrical gets turned off, including the heater. Unfortunately this means the car mists up, only way to battle that is to open the windows and let the cold cold air in.
If you ever want to be very very scared pick a country lane and try drive down it with headlights that could be mistaken for candles. I couldnt see anything, and it was chucking down rain. Eventually the car ground to a halt ten minutes from home. Breakdown service is called, car is dumped at garage, I spend evening fuming.
Next day i hand over the money I had saved for Manchester to get the car fixed. Plus it needs to go back to fix the damage caused by the belt that powers the alternator snapping off (in case you dont one fo the jobs the alternator does is to charge the battery while the car is running. If that stops working you'll have a flat battery very quickly).
This means the closest I'm getting to Manchester this weekend is watching a Coronation Street omnibus. Instead I'm going boozing around Denbigh.
My luck recently is reaching an all time low. Its so bad I'm scared of talking to this girl I like in case my subtle flirting is misconstrued as rape. Yes its that bad. I'm fearful that if I spark up an (occasional) nicotine product I'll turn myself into a fireball.
Here's another actual example for you. Today I downloaded episode 11 of Heroes. Except it was a fake file. Out of twenty torrents I picked the bogus one.
I also feel like a right dick. The _New_Scum went to a lot of effort to organise our trip to Manchester, only for me to drop out. Cheers mate, and I'm sorry.
Anyways. Something cool will happen to balance all this out. Perhaps Westlife will spontaneously combust. Perhaps Jim Davidson will some come of the closet. Perhaps a money tree will sprout in my garden and flying pigs will prune the cash to fill my wallet .
At least theres Guitar Hero, more fun than a threesome with Buffy Summers and her sister.
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