For the things in life which make me glad I'm not dead yet.
Posts tagged Work
I Should Get Out More
People tell me I should get out more, but the TV is my best friend / Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane
– Mr. Carbohydrate (Manic Street Preachers)
Two new guys in the office, makes a change from looking at Andrew’s ugly mug anyway;)
Still reading Everything (a book about Manic Street Preachers), still not past the half-way mark, but I hope to finish it this week (fat chance). Call me Mr. Carbohydrate.
His Biggest Mistake
House to myself all weekend (as usual), started to pack all my gear up for next Saturday when it’s all heading back to Maidstone. I shall not be looking forward to an entire week with no TV, PC, PS2 or stereo. Argh, I might actually have to have a life for a week!
In the world of football, it [...]
The Small Miseries of Domestic and Private Life
There is no greater stupidity than for people … to marry and so surrender themselves to the small miseries of domestic and private life
– Karl Marx
Great, got my IBM forms today, not so great they have to be returned by the 16th (i.e. 3 working days) or they assume I’ve rejected the offer, nice to see they’re giving me time to consider my options, read through the package etc.
When You’ve Got Nothing
When you’ve got nothing, you’ve got something pure that no one can take away. As soon as you’ve got something, some cunt’s gonna come and take it off you.
– James Dean Bradfield
Day off work today – feeling really ill, I think I’ve spent to much time in front of a computer screen this week. Did some cleaning around the house & went for a walk, felt a bit better after that. Haven’t been on the computer all day, definitely the first time I’ve been able to say that in a while.
Confession Time
‘Fessed up to Andrew about the little trick myself & Rebecca played on him last Friday, he looked surprised at first, probably in shock at how evil two people could be. I’m going to miss working at Hursley when I go back to university.
The One About Rebecca
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
– Morgan Freeman (Detective Somerset, Se7en)
Rebecca’s last day at work today, Andrew thought it would be funny to fake a mail from Rebecca, propositioning me. Funny guy eh? Well in the spirit of humour I responded to the real Rebecca, Andrew didn’t believe me; until she messaged him on Sametime (similar to MSN Messenger), apparently not all that happy. Andrew cleared everything up and all’s well that ends well, or is it??
MUWHAHAHAHAHAHA I have a secret too Andrew: I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours; fuck it, I’ll (probably) tell you anyway!!
A Job Offer!
Good news, I got through Hursley’s recruitment process and I’ve got a job for when I finish university (assuming I don’t do anything really stupid in the final year that is).
It’s Michael’s birthday today – happy 19’th shithead. You’re nearly old like me now, hope you like your [...]
The One with the Presentation
Had my interview & presentation for post graduate recruitment at IBM today – I don’t think it went too bad. Done little else except try to prepare for these all day.
I’ve been playing Championship Manager a lot again, just started the second season, after finishing second in the league and winning [...]
Capped
Found out I’ve got to the next stage of the IBM recruitment process for Hursley, on a list of 20 IT’s who made it to the interview stage, it’ll be great if I can get a job sorted before I even start my final year at university. Speaking of which; the late work panel rejected my work, so it’s [...]
Axe-murderers
Hursley needs it’s share of axe-murderers.
– Rick (on my chances of getting back into IBM after uni)
If there is such a thing as karma, then I have definitely scored some good karma today. I took “Fur Fighters” back to Game to exchange for “F1 2001”, and could have walked away with both! OK, a little explanation needed .. I was being served by someone who for some reason had to stop serving me and go and answer a customer’s question at the other end of the store. At this point I already had F1 2001 in my bag, and just needed to sign a receipt, so assistant number 2 comes over, I sign the receipt and he gives me “Fur Fighters”. For a moment I considered just walking (heh, they gave it to me!!), but after a moments hesitation my good side came out on top and I handed it back to the guy.
So something good should happen to me now, right? What goes around, comes around ‘n all that. Went out with Ant and two of his mates down from Southampton, we all met up with Ant’s new lady-friend & her mates at 9. Good night out, by half-eleven I was propping up the bar with a pink ‘little miss’ handbag, having been left in favour of the dance floor by the others, needless to say the alcohol consumption rate increased significantly without any of that conversation malarkey to interfere.
I was on the long and winding road to becoming totally, utterly wasted, then out of nowhere … Ricky Martin. I finished off the remaining drinks double-quick and made for the nearest exit.