Work... or notI think I've got the art of faking working down to a T now. I sit with a file in front of me, glancing down every now and again, as I type this.
Only trouble is, my manager can see my monitor from where she sits so I have to be careful when she's around. Fortunately she's off today.
I'm wondering if I can skive off this afternoon to get my tattoo touched up by saying my Girlf. needs picking up from the station.
Borrred now.
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 11:33,
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Only trouble is, my manager can see my monitor from where she sits so I have to be careful when she's around. Fortunately she's off today.
I'm wondering if I can skive off this afternoon to get my tattoo touched up by saying my Girlf. needs picking up from the station.
Borrred now.
Homework lieswere my speciality. I once went 3 months without doing a shred of work in or out of class in History because I told the teacher (who was not too bright looking back) that my Aunt had borrowed my schoolbooks to see how I was getting on. This lasted for a month or so, then I told teach my family had had a huge fallout and my mum was tryng to negotiate the return of said books. Daft cow swallowed it, and then when things were getting really dodgy I told her my Aunt was refusing, so she arranged for me to have a couple of days off to catch up. Beauty. 3 month's work done in 2 days. Who says school's a waste of time.
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 12:06,
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Computer HomeworkI.T. lessons didn't exist until my third year at secondary school, by which time I was programming on the C64.
Our lessons consisted of stuff like 'dry running' BASIC programs (laughable even then). I therefore did the homework program in 30secs, and sold it to the illiterate blasphemers that made up my class.
The first time, we all got detention for having the same homework, and I got a beating.
After that, I'd do 4 versions of the same homework/ program, and sell those.
However I was so contemptuous of my teachers (who were all in the I.T. stone age) that I never handed in my own, thereby dropping out of the O level class and failing even my CSE.
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Our lessons consisted of stuff like 'dry running' BASIC programs (laughable even then). I therefore did the homework program in 30secs, and sold it to the illiterate blasphemers that made up my class.
The first time, we all got detention for having the same homework, and I got a beating.
After that, I'd do 4 versions of the same homework/ program, and sell those.
However I was so contemptuous of my teachers (who were all in the I.T. stone age) that I never handed in my own, thereby dropping out of the O level class and failing even my CSE.
youneed this
www.ghostzilla.com/
"So sneaky, you can surf right in front of your boss and s/he won't suspect a thing."
-- TechTV
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 12:19,
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www.ghostzilla.com/
"So sneaky, you can surf right in front of your boss and s/he won't suspect a thing."
-- TechTV
Free LecyThe biggest lie I ever told was to the accounts department of a certain electricity supplier. I'd was renting a room in a shared house and everyone chipped in a set amount each month to a bills account , after a year I realised that we'd never had an electricity bill, when I asked the people who'd been in the house for four years they told me they'd never actually seen an elecrticity bill either. Didn't really pay much attention to it until we recieved one from the new energy supplier who had taken over in our area. We owed £2,800!!! Plums!! However the bill was addressed to 'The occupier' and there was no date from when the bill started or ended. After moaning about the bill at work a few people told me they were in the same situation, hadn't had a bill for ages and then a nameless bill for a huge amount. Sounded like the billing database had screwed up. As we we're all pretty skint we decided to try and blag it. I called up and told them we'd been in the house for four months and gave false names, should have really got them sorted before I called, I was sniggering when I gave the spelling of the last false name. Amazingly they bought it and we ended up paying £80.
Every envelope from the leccy company we got from then on I was sure was a court summons. Even had a dream about baliffs coming round and carting me off in handcuffs. So glad I moved out...
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Fri 28 Nov 2003, 14:00,
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Every envelope from the leccy company we got from then on I was sure was a court summons. Even had a dream about baliffs coming round and carting me off in handcuffs. So glad I moved out...