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Lie with passion and be forever damned...
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Bloody hayfever....taking the norm, but isnt easing my symptoms at-all this year.
My eyes are streaming, my nose is streaming, this bedroom lacks air conditioning and i'm frightfully hot.
Like i can sleep in these conditions. Too tired to play games, scrabble connection keeps messing up my o2 (late evening only)
I need a good sleep.
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Commercial radio. We have it on at work and it's the same half dozen 'artists' on all day. Plus yesterday I must have heard about Mark Owen's third child being born about 80 times. Who cares?
Next irk is police chases on foot. Last night we had a burglar come through our garden, closely followed by what sounded like half of the east midlands constabulary which proceeded the barge through our side gate and shout as loud as possible. The time? 3:35am. Thank you police bastards for getting me up for work three hours early. I couldn't get back to sleep and am going to be too tired the enjoy my 3D tv that is being delivered WHILE I'M AT WORK!
I think today is just going to be one of those days.
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Ah, work. Open until 22:00 for the Olympics, then the place is abandoned for the last two hours. Some bright spark also decided to give customers an Olympic discount too, which means that it's probably costing us money to stay open. Had to spend the bus ride home suffering the company of French photographers shouting at eachother and a pre-recorded Boris Johnson playing every ten minutes or so. Can't wait until the Olympics are over!
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Originally posted by Mayhem View PostCustomer support and testing/documentation for an Apple format app company. Small company, they were just being thorough to make sure they got the right person. Did some sample customer interactions, went through my MS Office skills as the apps use Office formats, did some test script ideas, and wanted to see how my thought processes operated. Has meant I've been learning quite a bit of new Apple stuff (Mac and iPad) as I've barely used both in the past.
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Originally posted by MonkeyJuggleDX View PostNext irk is police chases on foot. Last night we had a burglar come through our garden, closely followed by what sounded like half of the east midlands constabulary which proceeded the barge through our side gate and shout as
loud as possible. The time? 3:35am.
Originally posted by MonkeyJuggleDX View PostThank you police bastards for getting me up for work three hours early. I couldn't get back to sleep and am going to be too tired the enjoy my 3D tv that is being delivered WHILE I'M AT WORK!
But what's that kind of hardship when you have to possibly wait an extra day before enjoying your new purchase. It makes me depressed how everyone's only out for themselves these days. Like the way as soon as a doctor or hospital makes a mistake so many people's first reaction is to file a lawsuit claim, screw what it does to other patients' care, where's my money? Or the piraters who begrudge the prices of films, music and books so steal them and spend the money on Costa coffees instead.
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My most recent irk was a double hit.
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Coming home late from the pub Wednesday night, I was at that level of drunk that I wanted a kebab. Big time. On the way home, just about at the kebab shop of choice I also realised I needed a ****. Big Time. I knew by the rumblings eminating from the old stomach, that standing in a queue wasn't on the cards so walked promptly (Cheeks clenched as much as possible) past the kebab shop, almost shedding a tear as the waft of that unhealthy treat belched out the door.
Stage 2: Get to the flat, rush up the stairs. Get in the toilet expecting ceramic destruction to come out of me in a projectile fashion. What happens? I farted, game over. Two days later and i'm still annoyed I never had that kebab.
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Originally posted by ikobo View PostMy most recent irk was a double hit.
Stage 1:
Coming home late from the pub Wednesday night, I was at that level of drunk that I wanted a kebab. Big time. On the way home, just about at the kebab shop of choice I also realised I needed a ****. Big Time. I knew by the rumblings eminating from the old stomach, that standing in a queue wasn't on the cards so walked promptly (Cheeks clenched as much as possible) past the kebab shop, almost shedding a tear as the waft of that unhealthy treat belched out the door.
Stage 2: Get to the flat, rush up the stairs. Get in the toilet expecting ceramic destruction to come out of me in a projectile fashion. What happens? I farted, game over. Two days later and i'm still annoyed I never had that kebab.
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