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11/01/07
I thought it was about time I catalogued my day once more, through the sheer lack of a book and/or work to do:
9.50am - I practically urinate laughing at my colleague’s genuine suggestion that houseflies fly south for the winter.
10.10am - I am brought toast. There is much rejoicing.
11.16am - I chuckle heartily at the advert on the notice-board; ‘WNT - Reliant and competent builder required’. Why not just write ‘contradiction in terms urgently needed’ or ‘singing tortoise required for elaborate prank’. Both are just as likely.
12.13pm - Me: ‘I’m sorry mate, but you still owe me six pounds.’
Him: ‘Oh really, ok. Sorry mate, can I borrow a pen?’
Me: ‘Of course.’
…at which point, I lend him a pen, he casually writes ‘F**k you’ on a tenner, and hands it to me. Unbelievable.
13.44pm - A man threatens to hit me. He is smaller than a child. Fighting him would be roughly as easy as racing a wasp to Glasgow, only going in a car. I laugh, and put the kettle on.
14.15pm - My colleague explains how she has very poor eye sight, and also one of her headlights is broken. I inform her that her actually driving a car is about as safe as Stevie Wonder playing darts. She leaves.
15.50pm - I discover I actually do have a book with me. I swear, and refuse to read it, out of principal.
16.30pm - I lose one thousand pounds. I swear.
16.34pm - I find one thousand pounds. There is much rejoicing.
Today has been very quiet. Apparently, it shall carry on like this until March/April time, so expect a (more) crazed/psychopathic Turley in the coming weeks. Unfortunately the majority of the people I have been speaking to recently have been exceptionally stupid, and thus, my already mind numbing job has become about as easy as teaching nuclear physics. To a duck.
X
Mood: Amused.
Music: The Enemy.
I thought it was about time I catalogued my day once more, through the sheer lack of a book and/or work to do:
9.50am - I practically urinate laughing at my colleague’s genuine suggestion that houseflies fly south for the winter.
10.10am - I am brought toast. There is much rejoicing.
11.16am - I chuckle heartily at the advert on the notice-board; ‘WNT - Reliant and competent builder required’. Why not just write ‘contradiction in terms urgently needed’ or ‘singing tortoise required for elaborate prank’. Both are just as likely.
12.13pm - Me: ‘I’m sorry mate, but you still owe me six pounds.’
Him: ‘Oh really, ok. Sorry mate, can I borrow a pen?’
Me: ‘Of course.’
…at which point, I lend him a pen, he casually writes ‘F**k you’ on a tenner, and hands it to me. Unbelievable.
13.44pm - A man threatens to hit me. He is smaller than a child. Fighting him would be roughly as easy as racing a wasp to Glasgow, only going in a car. I laugh, and put the kettle on.
14.15pm - My colleague explains how she has very poor eye sight, and also one of her headlights is broken. I inform her that her actually driving a car is about as safe as Stevie Wonder playing darts. She leaves.
15.50pm - I discover I actually do have a book with me. I swear, and refuse to read it, out of principal.
16.30pm - I lose one thousand pounds. I swear.
16.34pm - I find one thousand pounds. There is much rejoicing.
Today has been very quiet. Apparently, it shall carry on like this until March/April time, so expect a (more) crazed/psychopathic Turley in the coming weeks. Unfortunately the majority of the people I have been speaking to recently have been exceptionally stupid, and thus, my already mind numbing job has become about as easy as teaching nuclear physics. To a duck.
X
Mood: Amused.
Music: The Enemy.