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I am 29 years old and I love cheese and the techno remix of 300 on youtube. I will never grow up and I think that it would be dangerous to let me loose around a gun.
I am getting a bit addicted to Absinthe; Port Salut; and, hummous.
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I am 29 years old and I love cheese and the techno remix of 300 on youtube. I will never grow up and I think that it would be dangerous to let me loose around a gun.
I am getting a bit addicted to Absinthe; Port Salut; and, hummous.
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» Call Centres
Spying Fish
I used to work for Screwfix Direct on the inbound ordering line. It was a nice easy job and I cannot remember a bad customer. All I had to do was to enter the reference number, confirm what the item was and ask for the quantity. Good job for a burnt-out engineering student.
The company used an electoral-roll style of address lookup, all you had to do was enter the address and it would populate the name of the owner/voters registered at the place. One day, a very pleasant sounding lady rang up and asked to register as a customer. I asked for her address first and said "Oh is that Catherine?". She sounded very shocked and asked me how i knew. I was feeling rather cheeky (and a bit strange) and said
"Well, I am not really supposed to tell you. However, I do have a magical flying fish that travels down phonelines. He looked over your shoulder and saw a letter with your name on."
About 1 minute passed by in silence then the customer laughed her head off.
She asked for his name and said that she wanted to speak to him. To which I broke out in laughter and said that it was Bob and that he was hiding behind the monitor in a bad mood due to his secret being let out.
Such a nice lady and she wished Bob a nice day at the end of the call.
(Tue 8th Sep 2009, 21:29, More)
Spying Fish
I used to work for Screwfix Direct on the inbound ordering line. It was a nice easy job and I cannot remember a bad customer. All I had to do was to enter the reference number, confirm what the item was and ask for the quantity. Good job for a burnt-out engineering student.
The company used an electoral-roll style of address lookup, all you had to do was enter the address and it would populate the name of the owner/voters registered at the place. One day, a very pleasant sounding lady rang up and asked to register as a customer. I asked for her address first and said "Oh is that Catherine?". She sounded very shocked and asked me how i knew. I was feeling rather cheeky (and a bit strange) and said
"Well, I am not really supposed to tell you. However, I do have a magical flying fish that travels down phonelines. He looked over your shoulder and saw a letter with your name on."
About 1 minute passed by in silence then the customer laughed her head off.
She asked for his name and said that she wanted to speak to him. To which I broke out in laughter and said that it was Bob and that he was hiding behind the monitor in a bad mood due to his secret being let out.
Such a nice lady and she wished Bob a nice day at the end of the call.
(Tue 8th Sep 2009, 21:29, More)
» The Dark
Evil Furby
When I was at uni, I got myself a Furby. There was no real reasoning behind it, more like a crappy impulse buy to fritter away my money. I enjoyed playing with the Furby and it had a place on my bedside table. One night, I woke up to find it at the edge of the table with its eyes looking my my direction. This only slightly disturbed me and I moved to the far end of the table and faced it towards the wall. A few hours later, I suddenly woke up and noticed that the Furby was again at the nearest edge to my bed and was again looking at me. AAAAGHH SHIT BOLLOCKS! Totally freaked me out so I snatched it off the table and went to put it under the bed. It started to move and was mumbing in that fucking annoying Furbyese. This just added to my fear and I started to take out the batteries. Bad Move!
BIG BOY
BIG BOY
BIG BOY
BIGGGG BOOOOY
WTF?!!!!
The bloody thing was still talking with its batteries out. A powerful flick from my wrist threw it across my room and I retreated back to bed and probably cowered under the duvet.
Freaky.
(Sat 25th Jul 2009, 22:27, More)
Evil Furby
When I was at uni, I got myself a Furby. There was no real reasoning behind it, more like a crappy impulse buy to fritter away my money. I enjoyed playing with the Furby and it had a place on my bedside table. One night, I woke up to find it at the edge of the table with its eyes looking my my direction. This only slightly disturbed me and I moved to the far end of the table and faced it towards the wall. A few hours later, I suddenly woke up and noticed that the Furby was again at the nearest edge to my bed and was again looking at me. AAAAGHH SHIT BOLLOCKS! Totally freaked me out so I snatched it off the table and went to put it under the bed. It started to move and was mumbing in that fucking annoying Furbyese. This just added to my fear and I started to take out the batteries. Bad Move!
BIG BOY
BIG BOY
BIG BOY
BIGGGG BOOOOY
WTF?!!!!
The bloody thing was still talking with its batteries out. A powerful flick from my wrist threw it across my room and I retreated back to bed and probably cowered under the duvet.
Freaky.
(Sat 25th Jul 2009, 22:27, More)
» God
A Calling.....
For a few months during 2007 (when I lost my mind and all that jazz), I thought that I had a calling to become a Vicar. It was an idea that tempted me as I thought that I would be a good vicar insofar as I am nice and a good public speaker.
It was only when I realised that it was "Captain Morgan" speaking to me and not god, that I would not really be a good vicar due to not being religious.
Meh, the things we do when we are constantly pissed and sobriety is an illusion.
(Fri 20th Mar 2009, 16:52, More)
A Calling.....
For a few months during 2007 (when I lost my mind and all that jazz), I thought that I had a calling to become a Vicar. It was an idea that tempted me as I thought that I would be a good vicar insofar as I am nice and a good public speaker.
It was only when I realised that it was "Captain Morgan" speaking to me and not god, that I would not really be a good vicar due to not being religious.
Meh, the things we do when we are constantly pissed and sobriety is an illusion.
(Fri 20th Mar 2009, 16:52, More)
» Workplace Boredom
I play on the internet and sometimes I drink tea
www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=018ce95c406273a12b2be5575454f3ea&gid=36911168812
Mostly I troll. mostly
(Sun 11th Jan 2009, 15:26, More)
I play on the internet and sometimes I drink tea
www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=018ce95c406273a12b2be5575454f3ea&gid=36911168812
Mostly I troll. mostly
(Sun 11th Jan 2009, 15:26, More)
» The most childish thing you've done as an adult
Book of faces
Deleted all the male 'friends' from my recent ex's facebook.
(Thu 17th Sep 2009, 22:08, More)
Book of faces
Deleted all the male 'friends' from my recent ex's facebook.
(Thu 17th Sep 2009, 22:08, More)