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.
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