Friday, April 22, 2005

One Thing About Work That Really Annoys Me

Is that they don't pay me £17,000 a month. That would be great.

Plus, occasional customers who like to eat down the phone. No offence, but you called us to help you with your computer needs, not to listen to your digestive system you fecking pig. Is it normal for people to enjoy listening to someone munching like feck down the phone? No you delinquent hormone, it is not. I hope you're fat and ugly.

Ahem.

I'm currently trying to fix someone's comp issue as he's eating something down the phone, and the gulping is starting to make me want to tell him to type format c:. It's the most irritating thing; someone calls you for help, and then starts munching a fecking sandwich down the phone. I'm waiting for someone to choke.

But you don't let these things get to you; you must remain professional and 100% focused on the tasks at hand. Hitting targets and taking names is all it is; tech support is starting to seem secondary to my job role. I was employed in this job to help people, yet it's seeming more apparent that to last here you need to help yourself first, and if you've got time help the poor unfortunate who called. I need a new job.

If paper-rounds offered enough money, I'd do that at the mo. This place sucks.

I'm still not mentioning names though, for basic "don't want to get fired" reasons. I've never worked in a place where I've been told off for being too helpful before. I've never worked in a place where there was so little responcibility to it's customers (well, that's not strictly true....I bombed Nam). I've never worked in a place before where the coffee machines make mud, with weeds included. I've never worked in a place before where the canteen should have been closed down eight times previously, yet it still serves sausages in about 60% of it's products. I've never worked in a place where the canteen charges double the price for things which are available in Morrisons around the corner from us for half the price with better quality. I've never worked for a place where the security couldn't look after a pet snail, let alone a building. I've never worked in a place where half the management have never done the job you're doing, and tell you what to do even though they've never done it themselves.

But you don't let these things get to you. Ohhhhhh no.

Random Links Of The Day

Funky New Royal Video - Funny as feck spoof Charles and Camilla vid, classic :)

Eternal Fun - Wooo, flash games galore site :)

Ze Frank - Damn good flash site, to see some excellent flash examples, check out the dragon one for example, it's almost hypnotic.

I need a day off. To spend in bed.

Oh, and I've put 2 extra links on the right, 2 extra games for ya...Zookeeper and Pinball. Yey.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Super Sub!!!!

Last night I was asked to cover for the Monday night Pool team at my local, as they were short a player. I finished work at 7.45pm and made my way to the local, where the match was all ready to start. I was listed in to play 5th out of 6 singles matches which were scheduled, and play the first of three doubles with the Arthur as well. After the first four matches the score was tied at 2-2, and then I went up and kicked ass. I nearly cleared on the first shot, missing the last red but developing the black rather easily. Then on the second shot I took out a long red and long black to make it 3-2. The last singles was lost to the away side, who were looking a little bit sheepish by now. 3-3. Me and Arthur grace the table for the 1st doubles, as Arthur takes out alot of the game, and I miss an early clearance chance. The away side do well, and leave this situation on the table for me to take on;


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See Fig 1.a. Blimey, I'm using figs, what am I, gay? Fecking hell. I was left with this situation on the table. I was on the black, and I was truely knackered for trying to knock the yellow out of the way, as it was too close to the pocket. I couldn't cross double it to the top left as the cue ball would have hit it. I couldn't do the long double down the table, as the cue ball would've most definately interferred with the shot. So what I went for was Fig 1.b (fecking hell) and lined it up instead. I spent a minute looking at the angles, and played the shot. It went in straight in the middle of the pocket. Everyone's cheering, and the away squad are clapping as well, and a bit gobsmacked as well. I pack up my cue, and I leave the match before it has finished; I still don't know wether we won or not.

I'm smug as fuck, and still grinning like a dopey twat over it :D

Random Link Of The Day

The Experimental Gameplay Project - People who are trying to create fun games as qucikly as possible...all are free games to download too, cool :D

Monday, April 18, 2005

I Survived The Weekend

But my head says otherwise......urgh.

My missus came through for us yesterday; she found an article in the Sunday's People newspaper.

Click here for Miranda II!!!!

See my previous article for all the info relating to the last post on Miranda :)

This time around, she's apparently seeing David Beckham's dad? Blimey. That's a bit better than Dev to be honest lol

Random Picture Of The Day


An oldie but goldie

It's been another strange weekend. Played my pool match last night, and my singles record was demolished by a chav. He broke off and cleared up 1st shot, and I didn't even touch the table. Blimey. Still though, I hammered him in the doubles lol. We played a pub from Brynhyff...Brunhf....Swansea :p who are famous for having a player on thier side who goes by the name of "Ginger Dennis". In Swansea, this guy is a legend :D Now Ginger Dennis is renound by many a person, and is almost (if not already) is a celebrity in his own right. His day-job is a porter for the Swansea City football club, and it's not uncommon at the beginning of the matches for half of the north bank to be cheering for him when he walks past lol. The main thing about Ginger Den is that he's a bit slow by normal standards. Now I'm not going to directly give him abbuse, as I'm not racist in that respect. I make alot of jokes, but I'm bright enough to know when to stop, and I know the difference between right and wrong on insulting disabled people etc (it's a bit of a taboo subject nowadays, so I'm just making sure that everyone know's I'm not a complete racist twonk). But I have to say that Ginger Dennis is a prime candidate for being most likely to be found dead drowned in a bowl of breakfast porridge.

It's not that he's disabled, it's more like he is just genuinely thick as pig shit.

His own pub landlord and his local drinkers regularly takes the piss out of him. They constantly wind him up abou the smallest of things, yet he still goes back for more because they don't bully him either. If someone did anything bad to him, they would be the first to defend, then they'd take the pish out of him royally afterwards. It's a bit strange, but it most probably explains why he puts up with it.

Another thing which is special about Ginger Dennis, is that he's permanently on heat. He sees women and immediately tries chatting them up. Fair does, he's ten out of ten for dutch courage :D He tried chatting my wife up once, while I was sitting next to her bless him. I was laughing all the way through it though, and Adele was terrified lol. He tried chatting up our landlady's daughter last night, and she gave him her phone number. Which actually turned out to be Cocket Police Stations instead. Oh dear, easy mistake to make, eh?

EDIT; been evil to Leigh in work again;


Heh heh heh, click here for biggie
 

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