Okay, I guess it’s expected in my line of work that I’ll come across one or two disgruntled customers. Only this morning did I have my eardrums perforated by some fool who’d broken his own case. But every so often I get something that’s worth mentioning to people. Last week I received a voicemail from a customer whose hard drive had been returned by him as faulty, but we’d found no fault – it was working fine. Now, I really applaud this guy for being able to string together such a lengthy intelligible sentence made up of predominantly foul language. I’m tempted to post the call recording, but I’m unsure about the legalities.
Any chance of any of you lazy idle good-for-nothing bunches of fucking idle shit-for-brains cunts can do anything? Leeds Trading Standards will be paying you a visit, very shortly, and if you can’t produce my fucking hard drive, that only I know the markings on, because it’s been specifically marked to ensure that it is not replaced of bullshitted about by you bunch of lazy useless cunts, and I’m gonna make sure you pay, double, what anybody else on this planet would sue the arses off you for. You bunch of fucking cunts.
Absolutely brilliant. Oh, and he wants my directors to give me my P45.
For those who booked the time off work I hope you’re having a cool week off. I’ve so far spent it mostly on my tod, which doesn’t really bother me much since my family aren’t particulrly religious and subsequently neither am I.
Good Friday I would have probably gone into work if I hadn’t remembered (or rather have Nikki remind me) that I couldn’t give her a lift home on Friday because we’re not working. So Friday I spent sleeping mostly, and then over to Carl and Nikki’s for fake spaghetti bolognese (fake because it was made with pasta twists) before heading to the pub to see my friends’ band. Later I gave Carl and Nikki a lift back home where I stayed for an hour or two. In that time we must have had a snow storm or something as I left to find everything covered in white. In true Bradford style the roads hadn’t been gritted, so I spent a fair time driving home on the motorway at 25mph or something. Saturday and Sunday were spent doing nothing in particular.
Today I went biking with Geoff. It’s a fair while since I used my bike (which means I should really get somebody to service it) and as a result I’m (still) unfit. I did a quick health check on brake fluid, tyre pressure, etc. I have some weird-ass pump with a pull cord. I filled the tyres a bit and then did myself a mischief whilst removing the damn awkward nozzle – I took a chunk out of my finger and lost a pint or so of blood, but in the words of Dilios, God saw fit to grace me with a spare. A few in fact, so we headed off still. We saw the canal boat on which a friend of ours lives. I’m not entirely sure how someone can live in such a small space, but I die grass. We cycles along the canal from Geoff’s house, onto Bingley and by Five-Rise Locks (bloody steep!), through Shipley and then across the river and pedalled up a dirt track. About half way up I gave in while Geoff ran circles around me on the bike. We had to turn back and do the uphill section along the canal. I got back, and was quite ill and threw up. I blame Geoff for this since I felt fine before I said “if you feel like you’re gonna chuck, best to do it while you’re cycling!”
Anyway, a few mins of fresh air, a sit down and plenty of water later I felt fine and stomached a cup o’cha. Same again next week? We’ll see lol I need to get out every day I think. I feel better now, despite my sore behind. My finger’s still screwed though. Work tomorrow. Bah – I wish I hadn’t cancelled my holidays.
my money is finite (although I’m not yet acting on this new-found knowledge.)
I need to keep in touch with my friends more.
I have an extremely limited wardrobe. This doesn’t help point 1.
I’m good at starting vicious rumours by joking in the wrong company.
my diet is crap.
I’m unfit (this is a lie – I knew this long ago)
Here’s the viaduct at Mann Dam just 5 minutes walk from here. I’m oddly attracted to ugly constructions. Hopefully I’ll get some slightly more interesting photos next week. I kind of like local heritage. It’s probably a sign of getting old. Speaking of which I found a grey beard bristle yesterday. That means it’s officially downhill from here. Oh yes. Ginger I could live with. Grey, God help me.
Here’s Hayseed Dixie playing a bit of AC/DC! Fun times were had… The support band, Instill, were brilliant too, singing songs about those important issues such as conkers, vending machines, pedalos, zoos, etc.
We went out in Bradford last night for my friend and colleague’s 40th birthday. I had a good laugh. We had a few drinks in Lloyds before heading off to Flares for many hours of making a fool of ourselves dancing. At stupid o’clock we went to Omar’s for curry before seeing the night off and going home.
On Friday I was at my manager’s sister’s house (she’s house sitting) for food and merriment, watching sky sports on loop and leaving half way through 51st State because my friend and I were knackered.
Last night I dreamt I had a MacBook Pro. I dreamt that it fell in the bath and I dried it out and it ‘still’ didn’t work! Damn electronics.
Back to work tomorrow – boo! But not long until Easter – wahey!
Nothing too interesting has happened, but I’m bored. Haven’t wanted to work all this week, and not been quite with it anyway, so apologies to anyone who’s been talking to me for a few minutes only to get the response “huh?” I’m feeling a lot better now – bonus!
One of the directors at work invited me to a charity meal and performance. I was a bit dubious about seeing an Elvis impersonator (!!) but I enjoyed it. A few drinks and a smoke… I don’t smoke, but it’s all good in moderation. I might go for a shisha next week or something. That’s if Markaz hasn’t been closed down because of the smoking ban. It still baffles me how a joint opened for smoking (no pun intended, I swear) can be threatened with closure because they’re not complying. It’s like closing down a swimming pool because someone might not like water. If you don’t like it, don’t go.
I got my 5 free HD-DVDs from Microsoft yesterday! They’ll make for some fancy beer coasters. Damn ye oh the Ray of Blu. Damn ye to hell. I heard the Xbox drives are selling for about £35 new now. What was it they said about the PS3 when it came out? “It looks like a bread bin. The only problem is there’s no bread to put in it.”
Anyway, I need the foods (oh yes, the appetite is back), and there’s important guitaring to be done. Wow, this post’s tagtastic.
Okay, so on Sunday I hurt a really good friend of mine, and I’ve really been beating myself up about it since. I came across as a really ignorant careless fool, but what’s said was said and I don’t really know what to do about. To say she’s got bigger fish to fry would be huge understatement. I love her dearly and I hope to God I haven’t screwed things up beyond repair, but I fear the damage is already done. I don’t know… but that’s how I feel.
That aside, tonight was fun. A couple of good friends can really make the difference. I have a couple more events lined up this week that should hopefully take my mind off things. I’m starting to think that’s an easy cop-out though.
I should sleep some more. I slept a good while last night but still managed to want to nap at exactly 8:15am, half an hour before work.
We went out in Bradford last night for my friend and colleague’s 40th birthday. I had a good laugh. We had a few drinks in Lloyds before heading off to Flares for many hours of making a fool of ourselves dancing. At stupid o’clock we went to Omar’s for curry before seeing the night off and going home.
