» Too much information

Evil-ex housemate
was working in the local endoscopy/colonoscopy unit and mentioned how turned on he was by watching the 'procedures' and did I think it was a bit wrong? I just sat there and silently judged him.
(Fri 7th Sep 2007, 0:45, More)

» Accidental innuendo

Free loft insulation
Our local council were offering free loft insulation, but when my mum rang up to register for it she was told by the young guy on the end of the phone that she wasn't eligible as our loft ceiling was too low for workmen to walk around under. When mum said to the guy that she'd thought they used the stuff that they spray into loft cavities, he replied 'sorry, we're not doing blow jobs at the moment' - cue mum pissing herself laughing, a short silence on the end of the phone before the poor guy hung up.
(Mon 16th Jun 2008, 10:20, More)

» Too much information

the brown patch staining the ceiling
and occasionally dripping onto unsuspecting passers-by in the hospital department where I currently work is apparently from the dialysis machines upstairs. nice.
(Tue 11th Sep 2007, 20:43, More)

» Conned

I wasn't conned out of money...
although I did fall for a story that a paramedic told me about how they'd been called out to deal with an electrocution, but when they got there they found a workman with two broken arms. When they asked what had happened, they were told that the workman had been digging in a trench and got some dirt in his boots, so he got out of the trench and was leaning against an electrical pylon shaking his legs to get the dirt out of his boots when a co-worker noticed him and thought that he was being electrocuted so picked up a spade and smacked him across the arms to break the electrical currant and smashing both of his arms.
Apparently its a common con by paramedics. And I fell for it. Gits!
(Thu 18th Oct 2007, 22:31, More)

» I Quit!


I was in-between jobs and signing on when I found out I didn't have a choice about handing in an application form to a certain burger chain. I took it in to the local branch and tried to scuttle out as quickly as possible but the manager decided to interview me there and then. After the 'oh goody - you're a graduate' bit I was offered the job. I lasted a week before walking in to work one morning, getting changed and crying then changing back into my own clothes and handing my uniform to the under-manager who just said 'this wasn't the job for you was it?'
I then got a job shovelling shit in a stables which was a good deal more rewarding than shovelling that shit into burger buns.
No flouncing and I'm not the sort of person to piss in the milkshake mix. sorry.
(Thu 22nd May 2008, 22:37, More)