Saturday, saturday, saturday!

I recall once as a kid I woke up one morning and almost cried because I had to go and spend another day in school. I was devestated. Then I remembered that it is in fact saturday, and my remorse turns into joy, and saturday night by elton john starts playing in my head.

Gone are those days. This morning, elton john was sat at his piano, in my mind, looking like bernie taupin had just told him he had no talent. Elton was contemplating playing 'sacrifice', but instead chose to pull another cigarette from a cigarette dispensing donkey he got when he was in mallorca with his lover David Furnish. He lights it, and then shuffles off to the loo for a cheer-up wank.

I hate working on saturday.

adventures in dog sitting

I was lucky enough to dog sit for a Beagle puppy over the weekend. I was hoping to take a picture, but the little wotsit wouldn't keep still for long enough! The dogs name is Sadie Lane, but I might rename it "ow, thats my hand". Nasty biting habit.

I got to see the Corrales V Castillo fight over the weekend, a bit of a let down thanks to castillo pilling on the pies pre fight. Still, sets up a 3rd fight though, maybe that's what he wanted.

I've been listening to Squeeze a lot lately. I really love Squeeze, I suppose it's a vice, they are not the normal kind of stuff I'd listen to. "And behind the chalet, our holiday's complete. And I feel like William Tell. Maid Marian on her tip toed feet"

Don't even get me going on cool for cats! What a choon!

Managed to see Million dollar baby, and half of shaun of the dead, two films that have been on the list for yonks. Thoroughly enjoyed all of both!

I think I've got fuzz on the brain, either that or I have hyper extended my brain. Work takes no brain power, but I always feel like a Zombie at the end of the day. I think it's the people I work with. It takes all my energy to pick up after everyone elses messes, not to mention UPS workers in general being monkey brained, thieving, retards who seem to damage everything they get their simian little hands on.

They managed to break an aluminium baseball bat, and then lose it, and then lose the box it was shipped in. The mind boggles.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Is a very satisfying phrase to utter. As in; "booooooo!, you are a baddy and I am at the oakengates town hall watching the wrestling. I think its morally reprehensible to do what you just did."

so BOOOOOOOO!

Despite the fact that I hate my job, I really am ace at it. All the other people that work here are just pretenders to my throne.

I feel like the michael schumaker of packing and shipping. But I'm not a wanker.

After reading stavs post about being idle, I realy do feel like I need to go and spend some time in bed, a lot of time! 15 hours a day would probably do it.

I am a miserable sinner, a filthy fucker.

I've decided to try and count my blessings instead of moaning all the time. I thought I could tap into a laid back california vibe, but I'm still old up tight steve.

Hockey has started, and although the sharks are off to a rubbish start, the preadators have a much improved team this year. I was still annoyed though.

I was angry to hear that a channel like OLN was covering the hockey, but their coverage is far more in depth than ESPN! So I consider that a blessing counted.

more work woes

I had a very unreasonable customer, but if I'm wrong, please let me know why.

A gentlemen buys some boxes, comes back two days later and says one of the boxes had writing on it and had also been previously taped.

I said OK, bring it in, and we''ll exchange it for you .

He said, dont make me jump through hoops, I've used the box, just give me a new one

me, erm, I cant just give you a new one

him, Why not?, its your fault

me, If you want to bring the box back, I'd only be too happy to exchange it for you.

him, No, and I'm never doing business here again.

I know boxes arent that expensive, but I cant just give them away!

That would be like going into rumbelows and saying:

"Yeah, I bought a tv, but I dont like it, give me a new one"

"OK sir, just bring it back and we'll trade it for you"

"no, Just give me a new one"

fucking prick

So does anyone else have that awful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you stand outside work?

Almost like you could just bolt straight for the car and just sit there sobbing into your turkey sandwiches.

I think it's time for a new adventure, after christmas bonus of course.

I might be a zoo-ologist, how hard can that be? Infact I'd probably settle for mucking out the siamangs or giving the Gnu its vitamins.

failing that a nice mailroom job would be pretty low stress.