Mondays :(
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by Timpuri » Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:33 am
monday should be removed from calendar completely, i had to go for a emergency call on nearby papermill...and it was hot like hell, and now i smell mixture of chemical&groundwood pulp on my clothes for the rest of the day.
Ain´t life a bitch
Ain´t life a bitch
Tura Timpuri, Engineer
"Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt.
When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults"
"Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt.
When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults"
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by Byrug » Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:42 am
Actually today turned out a bit better then usal.
Still have to sit here for two hours, but I finished most my translations and just caching up with thoes damn registration cards, ain't real work... so between silent phone calls and the BAG FULL OF THOES DAMN REGISTRATION CARDS, this wasn't a bad monday.
Still have to sit here for two hours, but I finished most my translations and just caching up with thoes damn registration cards, ain't real work... so between silent phone calls and the BAG FULL OF THOES DAMN REGISTRATION CARDS, this wasn't a bad monday.
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by Jpegg » Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:54 am
Well I'm sat in the hottest office in the friggin world, sweating through my eyeballs, tryin to do work, arguing with someone via email and hating every single minute of it. If I had a whompa to my bedroom right now, I wouldnt be typing this. GRRRRRR.
Theres no place like home and Mondays should be led by the hand, behind the calender and executed while all the other days watch
Theres no place like home and Mondays should be led by the hand, behind the calender and executed while all the other days watch
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by furydemon » Mon Aug 09, 2004 5:44 am
I'm having an air con fight with this monster next me. Its frikking hot - so I turn it on. The old witch complains she's cold & turns it off.
I'm currently winning as the second time she did it I walked over - asked everyone else nearby if it was too hot & when they all said it was - turned it on again
MUHAHA fight me at your peril on a monday you evil heckler witch!
I'm currently winning as the second time she did it I walked over - asked everyone else nearby if it was too hot & when they all said it was - turned it on again
MUHAHA fight me at your peril on a monday you evil heckler witch!
[The Cyb0r Pope Jpegg] That's Mr Bitch to you...
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by furydemon » Mon Aug 09, 2004 6:29 am
It was horribly busy this morning but I've lost the will to live & am now trawling the market forums for merlin sleeves. I might consider doing some work before I go. If I must.
I look so good compared to you, I just need to finish the outfit to be perfect
I look so good compared to you, I just need to finish the outfit to be perfect
[The Cyb0r Pope Jpegg] That's Mr Bitch to you...
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by Volais » Mon Aug 09, 2004 7:08 am
Yes, Mondays. The first day after the weekend. The day when all the little Supermarket kiddies come in to blow their minimum wage checks. When said people bring their mothers cause they're to cheap to save for a car. When most of said mothers are soccer moms. And the day I came in earth, grab a chair, and hook my Laptop into the network so I can keep myself busy talking online (And the odd game of AO).
Oh but today was a pain, Ill tell ya. First a mother who appeard to love makeup(Shudder), walked in. Ok, normal so far. But lo and behold, she has with her a kid. Not just any kid. A 13 year old kid. So In America we have the ESRB (I dunno what yall have over seas), Its basically a buncha ugly logos on the front and back of a game box. The ratings are EC (i think) for babies and such, E for everyone (+6), T for Teen (+13), M for Mature (+17), and AO for adults only (Christ, hell if I know, Ive only seen it once).
Anyway, little old lady strolls in, yells at me for sellin her 13 year old kid some random T rated game (I was tired, hungry, and I was talkingto some guy via AIM...last I need is someone bitching about her lack of parenting). Anyway, I notice the kid. I point out that the kid was a good buyer, He actually gave me an ID when he bought the game. And then I point to the ESRB logo and told her that by law he can buy that of his own free will. Also, as a retail store that survives mainly on the trading of lectronic goods for peoples money, I decided to go ahead and let the Teenager buy the Teen rated game. Of course, this aint good enough for her. After claiming that he must have changed the picture somehow, and calling me a slew of names (Not to mention driving a couple customers off with her nagging), I did the only thing I could. "Say cheese" I said. Took a picture, and pinned It up on the wall. Then I explained in clear enough detail that, "You're no longer welcome here, your son is, you are not.".
"WHAT?" She screams at me. "Madame, please leave my store before Im forced to throw you out." I said to her, takin inspiration from theBook of Gord yet again. "Lemmi speak to your manager right this minute." She says to me. "Lady," I says, "I AM the manager." (Not really, but how the hell else do we get people off our backs).
Anyway, theres my story. Filled with plotholes and spelling errors. Also written with one hand while I check the prices of a couple Trade ins.
Oh but today was a pain, Ill tell ya. First a mother who appeard to love makeup(Shudder), walked in. Ok, normal so far. But lo and behold, she has with her a kid. Not just any kid. A 13 year old kid. So In America we have the ESRB (I dunno what yall have over seas), Its basically a buncha ugly logos on the front and back of a game box. The ratings are EC (i think) for babies and such, E for everyone (+6), T for Teen (+13), M for Mature (+17), and AO for adults only (Christ, hell if I know, Ive only seen it once).
Anyway, little old lady strolls in, yells at me for sellin her 13 year old kid some random T rated game (I was tired, hungry, and I was talkingto some guy via AIM...last I need is someone bitching about her lack of parenting). Anyway, I notice the kid. I point out that the kid was a good buyer, He actually gave me an ID when he bought the game. And then I point to the ESRB logo and told her that by law he can buy that of his own free will. Also, as a retail store that survives mainly on the trading of lectronic goods for peoples money, I decided to go ahead and let the Teenager buy the Teen rated game. Of course, this aint good enough for her. After claiming that he must have changed the picture somehow, and calling me a slew of names (Not to mention driving a couple customers off with her nagging), I did the only thing I could. "Say cheese" I said. Took a picture, and pinned It up on the wall. Then I explained in clear enough detail that, "You're no longer welcome here, your son is, you are not.".
"WHAT?" She screams at me. "Madame, please leave my store before Im forced to throw you out." I said to her, takin inspiration from theBook of Gord yet again. "Lemmi speak to your manager right this minute." She says to me. "Lady," I says, "I AM the manager." (Not really, but how the hell else do we get people off our backs).
Anyway, theres my story. Filled with plotholes and spelling errors. Also written with one hand while I check the prices of a couple Trade ins.
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