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the people in the office where I'm on secondment don't half spout some fucking shite. Faux-deep bullshit about music and stuff. If Monty were here he'd go fucking mental.
How shit are the people where you are? If it's just you, then how shit are you?
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I would say i'm runny, stinky and ready to be tossed into a plastic bag. I would probably also make an excellent fertilizer if pushed.
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And my housemates are pretty cool, apart from the whole no one is washing the dishes thing. But that's my fault too, so I can't really complain.
I'm pretty shit, but I did get rabies this morning. And herpes.
As for your colleagues, force feed them some manure, see if it goes in as easily as it comes out of their mouths.
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which was "what infectious disease are you" you had to answer yes or no.
I was Leprosy, you'd have loved it.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 16:52, Reply)
I ate four onion rings and about fifteen chips with some mayo so it wasn't the end of the world
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You are but a child in the grand scheme of life. A youngster.
Eat chips and be happy.
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Boss is a tosser though.
In regards to the faux bullshit, have you seen this?
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but it's not the same of thing, I think these people aren't try-hard types, they gust genuinely have no depth. The stuff they were talking about was very mainstream, and yet they were philsophising about it
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 16:52, Reply)
He's funny because he seems a fairly accurate depiction of what a bunch of pretentious onanists they seem to be.
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the people here are a mixture. I'm sorry I can't add something more constructive to this debate, old chap.
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Even the one who sends me pictures of his cock every few days.
At the moment, it's just me at home. This is why I'm shit: Demanding internet addict with a burgeoning drink problem. Liable to get bored easily, cynical as they come and often threatens violence. Lazy and can’t cook or clean. Prone to rants about politics or feminism. Insomniac. Attention seeking. Indecisive. Smoker. Flirt. Whines to anyone who’ll listen. Moral fibre of an unspayed alley cat. Hypocrite.
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Thinking you're the only person to send me desperate cock-shots *pinches cheek*
How's it going anyway, Princess Twinkle Drawers? I quoted you, by the way.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:04, Reply)
Which one? Sorry I'm behind, have been away from the internet for a few days. Am massively overworked (see below) but have decided I don't really care for the last hour.
And I'm otherwise good thank you honey. How've you been these last few days?
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:08, Reply)
It's been a shit few days, I've been feeling awful. I think I've changed out of my PJs properly ONCE since Wednesday.
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Still the earache? Good to see it hasn't stopped you being productive *reads voraciously*
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I've slid back into the "refusing to leave the house" version of Bella.
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Fucking Emos. I'm flattered that upon quoting me in your blog you've referred to me as "a friend of mine", as opposed to the dozens of much more colourful, insulting names that must have occured to you.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:19, Reply)
but since I'm self-censoring, "a flaming mincer homosexualist whom I privately refer to as 'Bumderella Sparklepants'" seemed to go a bit far.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:22, Reply)
Now let us never speak of it again
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Go on, do it. Doitdoitdoit.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:28, Reply)
People would have fair warning of your tendencies towards both bumming and wearing sequinned trousers. Also, it would make me smile and might possibly be the only thing that cheers me up today.
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My phone's so full of cock-shots that if I'm brutally murdered, the Mail will decide I deserved it.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:40, Reply)
Because when I use the word, I use it to mean 'overindulged excessively, with no cause', and clearly you use it to mean 'hounded with rapey-sounding messages which are accompanied with pictures of what may, after a squint, pass for a cock'.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:49, Reply)
It's hard to indulge you with no cause considering how plaintively you beg
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I've just been extremely annoyed by something I've just been told. Even mocking you could not make me happy now.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:57, Reply)
cock-mailing, I mean.
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It's pretty funny really. Always late at night when he knows I'll still be up, and nothing is ever mentioned at work. He sent me a picture of his girlfriend's knockers the other day too, asking me for a threesome. I doubt she authorised that.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:07, Reply)
Who I may have accidentally slept with a few months ago.
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I'm not gonna kick up a fuss about it though, he's a good bloke to work with and a mate, it's not worth it.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:17, Reply)
The new lass has finally gone to her Welcome Event in Bracknell, Zoe called in sick (although I know she was playing Red Dead Redemption online at 11pm last night), Rhys and Rob (the boss) booked today off to spend the day playing Red Dead Redemption online despite knowing that would leave just four of us, and Stacia had to go home with a tantalising combination of chronic toothache and cystitis. So it was mostly just me and Laura, who luckily is awesome and knows her stuff, and she had to go home about ten minutes ago, leaving me to be the last to leave at 6pm despite being the first in at 8am.
So, pretty shit, but they're not actually HERE.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:01, Reply)
The online's nothing particularly special. Those three are very keen and as a result the team has become very cliquey. How very 21st Century.
How are you anyway honey? long time no speak
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:10, Reply)
I'm alright thanks, could be better could be worse
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Still planning to follow up with a year in King's Lynn? You're a brave woman if so. It's horrible there.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:18, Reply)
costs too much and I'm rubbish. I'm taking a few months out to get some work experience and stuff because my C.V. is too bare to get a proper job
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:20, Reply)
As much as I'm sad you won't be in the same county as me and able to wield your influence to organise a Norwich Bash, that does sound like a better plan.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:23, Reply)
here's hoping I don't end up jobless and homeless squesaling 'I coulda been a contender' into the night
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will comfort you all that much
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That you can make a house out of it and set yourself as a self-employed chocolatier. Amberl Wonka, we shall call you.
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Then no-one will give a shit
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:54, Reply)
I'm convinced one colleague is dying. He sits opposite me and is constantly hacking up phlegm. I swear one day I'll hear "cough cough hrrrk hoik SPLAT", and look over to see a lung on the desk. He still smokes 20 a day easily though...
Another colleague constantly posts emo crap on his FB, and whines about shit at work. He also plays his music loud on his shitty earphones, so all you hear is "Tss tss tss tss". At least I had the common decency to buy headphones that don't let noise escape.
I also dislike and do not respect one manager, but that's all I'm saying about that.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:01, Reply)
I have a collague who's much the same here - he must be in his late forties and whenever he starts coughing you know it's going to last about as long as a Terrence Malick film. Luckily it was raining this morning, so I have an umbrella under my desk
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:05, Reply)
That's why you're still a virgin.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:16, Reply)
So did Vipros, AA, Monty, Al, Gonz... and that's just the boys
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:20, Reply)
and I don't blame any of you. You're only human.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:25, Reply)
Unfortunatley she sent in a letter blaming me for being a big bully forcing her to leave. Fearing some legal problems, my boss gave me a good ticking off, even though I denied being a bully, and offered witnesses to that fact.
She was a shit worker though, even if she did have huge norks.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:15, Reply)
I hate her.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:16, Reply)
Unless she is your tutor.
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If you can not or will not talk, you won't be a teacher. Unles she signs.
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degree that's part media studies OK?
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:11, Reply)
I'm shit because I massively resent having to work for a living and that coupled with my general inability to suffer fools means that I spend most of my day being pissed off. On the plus side, it also means that I don't give a shit what the people in the company think of me, which comes in more handy than you might think, given that a good part of my job involves telling people they can't have stuff.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:17, Reply)
Although I've hardly been here, there have probably been much better ones that I've missed
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:21, Reply)
I don't steal all of their money.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:24, Reply)
Unless they have too much to care whether they have it or not.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:27, Reply)
but I feel this is a bit much for the one moral I have left. Sorry to disappoint.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:40, Reply)
this has got to be the largest sample of people I know in which I like or at least get on with/don't get annoyed by a single person. One of my supervisors scares the blue bejesus out of me though.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:23, Reply)
she's been doing this for 20 years and she cannot retain any information for more than a week, she can't look things up herself in the help or on the internet, the last classic was:
~~~~~
Should I do this in way A or way B?
What does the module design say?
A.
Do it as A then.
Okay, that agrees with the overall design. And the test plan.
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What? You interrupted me to ask if you should do it the way everything says to do it, or a way you just made up? WHAT ARE YOU ON?
Half my conversations involve me saying "what does the help say?", her opening the help, me telling her to type the question in, me reminding her she has to scroll down to see more of the help... God.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:40, Reply)
and has helped me find out about some great records - he also gives me Record Collector magazine each month when he's read it.
The rest of my colleagues are imbeciles when it comes to music. One of my warehouse staff is a drummer, aged about 25. He favourite bands is U2, Green Day and Foo Fighters. What a cunt, eh readers?
Another warehouseman is from Dalston and is in his 60s - he tipped me about a fabulous live blues album but also goes on about Bill Haley - in a good way - and is therefore a spanner. One girl went to see Paramore and likes Twilight. My boss likes the Fiddler on the Roof soundtrack (probably).
Also, you're a cunt.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:54, Reply)
as it means gym and no dinner after a weekend of too much food and booze. cheer me up, darlingest of montys??
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 17:56, Reply)
Gym and no dinner is probably actually unhealthy so I prescribe a worthy but filling meal and two glasses of white wine.
I'm off out to a music hall in the East End tonight to see some bender singing the songs of Noel Coward - so the thought of me doing that may make you chuckle. Actually I don't mind NC at all, and the building I'm going to is fucking lovely (Wilton's Music Hall). I am going so I can have a few pints though, in truth.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:04, Reply)
i will have to stick with my original plan of doom though.
you're right, it has made me smile. please try to say something utterly inappropriate??
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:05, Reply)
I did a classic 'the room went quiet just in time for me to make a clearly-heard disparaging remark about the 'artiste'' moment - later on in the evening I was slating the stupid cow again, only to find her stood immediately behind me. Lucky I don't care, eh?
I'm off now, night night all.
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and is never without a Ginster's hanging out of his spittle-flecked maw. He's the worst one.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:05, Reply)
Did you have a nice weekend you little Scoper of joy?
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:10, Reply)
ranting about hyperbolic planes and things. They are mostly cool.
Today I painted a student to look like a zombie. My job rules, sometimes
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:02, Reply)
all last minute, so face paint so I just used watercolours, it kind of worked.
Then they all asked why I knew how to do it and why wasn't I I make up artist for films :)
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:07, Reply)
I used to be taught Drama by a former scientist. She used to tell us all the time that she wished she'd never made the switch.
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:09, Reply)
from minute to minute. Right now, I don't think there is much else I'd want to do. Unless it was making things, like props or something, but I'd be no good at that
(, Mon 17 Jan 2011, 18:13, Reply)
My own bad habits at work are pursuing a train of thought till it's reached the end of the track, and mocking bad music on the radio using a mong voice while doing stability tests. Though now that Galaxy's been taken over, the overblown macho programme stings have gone - no amusement at all.
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