It's my last day working at the place I am currently working. HOORAY!
I was hoping to spend the day sitting quietly reading the paper and occasionally answering questions from my replacement on how to do things. Unfortunately my replacement decided the job wasn't for him after all, and decided not to turn up this morning citing the reasons:
a/ It wasn't the atmosphere he was after. - I presume he wanted a higher concentration of oxygen in his workspace, which is fair if you feel you aren't getting enough, but if that is the case why work in a bank and not, for example, on a building site or something similarly outside. He's living in London and he wants fresh air? Work in France.
b/ Someone yelled at him. - I know he's talking out his bum on this because I spent the whole day sitting next to him explaining everything to him. Unless he thinks I yelled at him, in which case he's a deluded individual, as if I was yelling at him, I would've attempted to blow out ear drums, and someone else in the office would have presumably heard me.
c/ I forgot the third reason he said, but I might just say he's a whinging little person who irritated me.
The net result being, I have to do work on my last day, and instead of going to the pub at lunch and having as many pints as I can in the time it takes me to start feeling guilty about not being back at work doing things, I'm at work eating a sandwich and wasting my opportunity to wreak havoc (I can't spell).
Anyway, in brighter news, my inability to remember the address of my blog has been overcome, because I can remember my brother in law's blog address: cow.mooh.org from this I can link to my sister's blog - Diary of a PhD Widow, who has put a post up with links to both of my blogs while explaining how insane I am. Thanks B1! So now I can always find my blog!! Huzzah!
Thursday, 10 May 2007
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
With help from B1 and B2
B1 had a sausage for breakfast even though she's a vegetarian... how very strange...
It was a soy sausage. Perhaps made by Kikoman... No Sanitarium. Seventh Day adventist Sausages... Yummy.
B2 is having a bananananana sausage... Skype may be messing with me now.
I didn't have breakfast because breakfast is for the weak... Or those whose stomachs wake up with the rest of their bodies.
I'm on skype to my sister and her husband.
B1 wants me to listen to her stomach rumbling in an attempt to ascertain the position of the microphone in her computer. Engineers are wierd. I'm glad I never harboured any aspirations to become one.
B2 suggests a conversation on microwave ovens. Microwave ovens are really really small. Often used by leprechauns for their small size, and their ability to keep the leprechaun's herbs and tobacco pouches warm and dry, and for the automated greeting process given by the 'wave' - Used for day to day acknowledgements of other as they go about their day to day business (Macrowaves are needed for more formal occasions, both for a larger greeting, and for the warmth of reception.)
Once a microwave named Jim-bob tried to take over the earth, and was looking like he might succeed until he was stepped on by a frog wearing a beret. He was obviously a French frog, and unfortunately for Jim-bob, had his efforts to stage a takeover of earth taken place twenty minutes later, he would have been much more likely to succeed, as the beret wearing frog was hobbling around on crutches after having one leg removed for the culinary enjoyment of some smelly english tourist who wanted to try a delicacy. Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. This is why 9 out of 10 Microwave ovens with meglomaniacal tendancies now shoot all frogs on site.
Poor Jim-bob.
It was a soy sausage. Perhaps made by Kikoman... No Sanitarium. Seventh Day adventist Sausages... Yummy.
B2 is having a bananananana sausage... Skype may be messing with me now.
I didn't have breakfast because breakfast is for the weak... Or those whose stomachs wake up with the rest of their bodies.
I'm on skype to my sister and her husband.
B1 wants me to listen to her stomach rumbling in an attempt to ascertain the position of the microphone in her computer. Engineers are wierd. I'm glad I never harboured any aspirations to become one.
B2 suggests a conversation on microwave ovens. Microwave ovens are really really small. Often used by leprechauns for their small size, and their ability to keep the leprechaun's herbs and tobacco pouches warm and dry, and for the automated greeting process given by the 'wave' - Used for day to day acknowledgements of other as they go about their day to day business (Macrowaves are needed for more formal occasions, both for a larger greeting, and for the warmth of reception.)
Once a microwave named Jim-bob tried to take over the earth, and was looking like he might succeed until he was stepped on by a frog wearing a beret. He was obviously a French frog, and unfortunately for Jim-bob, had his efforts to stage a takeover of earth taken place twenty minutes later, he would have been much more likely to succeed, as the beret wearing frog was hobbling around on crutches after having one leg removed for the culinary enjoyment of some smelly english tourist who wanted to try a delicacy. Proper Planning and Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. This is why 9 out of 10 Microwave ovens with meglomaniacal tendancies now shoot all frogs on site.
Poor Jim-bob.
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Normal Blog
I decide that my original blog was heading towards being just random crap that pops into my head, and would disturb people who didn't want to read that sort of stuff from me. So Instead of censoring it for normal people not wanting to hear my rantings and ravings and are instead more interested in what I'm up to and all the exciting day to life events the I happen to.
Well today's exciting event that I happened to was work. It was actually pretty mundane until I started e-mail my kiwi friends and telling them how much they'll lose the cricket by, how terrible their team is, and generally questioning their right to co-exist alongside Australia as being 'human beings'. Before I get nasty replies that all Aussie bashing in response, I'm just getting my shots in early in case we lose on Friday. Can't let my friends get away with giving me grief about anything. When all my Kiwi friends realised I was doing exactly this they started ignoring my e-mails, and I had to find something more interesting to partake in.
Noticing that one of the fraud control guys was in a meeting, I decided that making a mess of his workspace would pass an easy ten minutes, and provide me with something to laugh about for w little while. So I covered his entire desk with plastic cups from the water cooler. I know it's only mildly annoying, and not overly nasty, but I was in a patient mood, and found homes for all my little cup friends. And when he got back to his desk I explained to him about the 'Great plastic cup migration'. Here are the basics:
- Around this time every year, a select group of plastic cups in their prime will venture forth seeking wetter climates to fulfill their liquid holding destiny.
-Often a stray group will get confused and congregate on the desk of someone who sweats profusely under pressure, as they over estimate the supply of moisture in the area. Another variation of this is that they may congregate on the desk of someone with verbal diarrhoea for much the same reason, (As he wasted no time explaining to me when I came back from the toilet to find my desk covered in cups that looked remarkably similar to the ones that had previously been on his desk, but which he assured me had just gotten tired and gone to sleep in his desk draw, but who I couldn't see as they were tired and he didn't want to interfere with the natural way of things)
-At this point I politely swallowed my pride and put the cups away and did a little work, having to admit that I underestimated the level he would bring himself down to in order to put one over me. And the fact that the director was coming out of a meeting and would not have been impressed with the beautiful sight of migrating cups.
In other exciting news, I finished my exam yesterday. Hooray. So now I have 6 weeks to enjoy sunshine lollipops and rainbows before my results arrive.
And Now I'm bored so I'm publishing what I have :)
Well today's exciting event that I happened to was work. It was actually pretty mundane until I started e-mail my kiwi friends and telling them how much they'll lose the cricket by, how terrible their team is, and generally questioning their right to co-exist alongside Australia as being 'human beings'. Before I get nasty replies that all Aussie bashing in response, I'm just getting my shots in early in case we lose on Friday. Can't let my friends get away with giving me grief about anything. When all my Kiwi friends realised I was doing exactly this they started ignoring my e-mails, and I had to find something more interesting to partake in.
Noticing that one of the fraud control guys was in a meeting, I decided that making a mess of his workspace would pass an easy ten minutes, and provide me with something to laugh about for w little while. So I covered his entire desk with plastic cups from the water cooler. I know it's only mildly annoying, and not overly nasty, but I was in a patient mood, and found homes for all my little cup friends. And when he got back to his desk I explained to him about the 'Great plastic cup migration'. Here are the basics:
- Around this time every year, a select group of plastic cups in their prime will venture forth seeking wetter climates to fulfill their liquid holding destiny.
-Often a stray group will get confused and congregate on the desk of someone who sweats profusely under pressure, as they over estimate the supply of moisture in the area. Another variation of this is that they may congregate on the desk of someone with verbal diarrhoea for much the same reason, (As he wasted no time explaining to me when I came back from the toilet to find my desk covered in cups that looked remarkably similar to the ones that had previously been on his desk, but which he assured me had just gotten tired and gone to sleep in his desk draw, but who I couldn't see as they were tired and he didn't want to interfere with the natural way of things)
-At this point I politely swallowed my pride and put the cups away and did a little work, having to admit that I underestimated the level he would bring himself down to in order to put one over me. And the fact that the director was coming out of a meeting and would not have been impressed with the beautiful sight of migrating cups.
In other exciting news, I finished my exam yesterday. Hooray. So now I have 6 weeks to enjoy sunshine lollipops and rainbows before my results arrive.
And Now I'm bored so I'm publishing what I have :)
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