another I've just remembered.During my first term of Uni in Aberdeen, me and a mate (who I've since discovered is a complete wanker) were sitting in his room drinking and smoking when there was a knock at the front door. We went to see who was there, and there was nothing but a note. The note said 'The Phantom is watching you. Ha ha ha', and nothing more.
Mildly amused, but with our powers of reason diminished by various substances, we thought it would be a good idea to 'flush out' the phantom by posting messages through the doors of the other 5 flats in the block.
It didn't quite work out as we'd expected.
Within a few weeks, 'the Phantom' was being blamed for all sorts of things on campus. the best one I heard was a bloke who had fallen asleep listening to his radio in a ground floor bedroom. His stereo was turned up full-blast, obviously waking him, and a little note blaming the phantom was chucked through his (open) window.
However, where it began to go wrong was a group of stoopid girls who lived up the stairs. They obviously lived in a bubble, and thought the phantom was actually a stalker, instead of a massive in-joke on the campus.
Example: chocolate from advent calendar gone missing? Explanation: phantom has broken into their flat and stolen one chocolate from their advent calendar and then left as silently as he appeared.
Fuckwits. Turned out it was the chinese girl in the flat, who really didn't understand the concept of the advent calendar.
Anyway, they called the police, who began interviewing everyone on campus.
I, being a young Catholic, felt guilty about having started the whole thing, and spoke to the warden about it. He suggested that I should write a few notes saying that the phantom was finished, and that everyone should stop it. So I did. And guess what? The police interviewed me, found the notebook and the imprint of the notes I'd written not an hour before.
I was threatened with a charge of Threatening behaviour (seriously) and something else, I forget what now. And they took all my notes for uni away, which I never got back to this day.
The final lunacy was when I was called down to the Uni head office to account for my actions. They showed me a selection of notes which they'd recovered, about thirty of them, and asked me to admit that I'd written them. They were quite obviously all in different hand-writing, but when I refused to accept responsibility, they took this as further proof of my guilt and moved me out of the student flats and into some unheated grotty place in the town centre without a bathroom, shower, or even a fucking toilet. Toilets were on the landing, shared between two flats. Unheated, and this was winter in Aberdeen.
needless to say, I didn't finish my degree, and wound up doing door-door sales for six months before getting a proper job.
I'm trying to think of a moral for this story, but I can't.
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Mildly amused, but with our powers of reason diminished by various substances, we thought it would be a good idea to 'flush out' the phantom by posting messages through the doors of the other 5 flats in the block.
It didn't quite work out as we'd expected.
Within a few weeks, 'the Phantom' was being blamed for all sorts of things on campus. the best one I heard was a bloke who had fallen asleep listening to his radio in a ground floor bedroom. His stereo was turned up full-blast, obviously waking him, and a little note blaming the phantom was chucked through his (open) window.
However, where it began to go wrong was a group of stoopid girls who lived up the stairs. They obviously lived in a bubble, and thought the phantom was actually a stalker, instead of a massive in-joke on the campus.
Example: chocolate from advent calendar gone missing? Explanation: phantom has broken into their flat and stolen one chocolate from their advent calendar and then left as silently as he appeared.
Fuckwits. Turned out it was the chinese girl in the flat, who really didn't understand the concept of the advent calendar.
Anyway, they called the police, who began interviewing everyone on campus.
I, being a young Catholic, felt guilty about having started the whole thing, and spoke to the warden about it. He suggested that I should write a few notes saying that the phantom was finished, and that everyone should stop it. So I did. And guess what? The police interviewed me, found the notebook and the imprint of the notes I'd written not an hour before.
I was threatened with a charge of Threatening behaviour (seriously) and something else, I forget what now. And they took all my notes for uni away, which I never got back to this day.
The final lunacy was when I was called down to the Uni head office to account for my actions. They showed me a selection of notes which they'd recovered, about thirty of them, and asked me to admit that I'd written them. They were quite obviously all in different hand-writing, but when I refused to accept responsibility, they took this as further proof of my guilt and moved me out of the student flats and into some unheated grotty place in the town centre without a bathroom, shower, or even a fucking toilet. Toilets were on the landing, shared between two flats. Unheated, and this was winter in Aberdeen.
needless to say, I didn't finish my degree, and wound up doing door-door sales for six months before getting a proper job.
I'm trying to think of a moral for this story, but I can't.
I learnt that early on in my IT careerafter deleting the directors mail file
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Wed 22 Oct 2003, 13:20,
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If he didn't take backupshe deserved to lose his emails. An IT Director should know better.
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TunaBoy should be old enough to know better by now,
Tue 28 Oct 2003, 17:37,
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