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» Pathological Liars
Fucking research centres
I used to work with this absolute BITCH of a woman. She would sit there barking commands at me all day long, while I literally jumped through loops for her.
She always dangled rewards over my head for following her orders. These rewards were complete bullshit of course, and I continued to work for absolutely nothing.
By the end of my time working with her, I dont know whether I hated the bitch, or actually felt sorry for her miserable life, cooped up in the building all day, barking orders constantly. It must be hard to be so hated.
Nevertheless, I made it quite public how I felt about never receiving my reward. So I caught a knife, and began carving into the wall;
The cake is a lie
The cake is a lie
The cake is a lie
The cake..
(Thu 29th Nov 2007, 18:32, More)
Fucking research centres
I used to work with this absolute BITCH of a woman. She would sit there barking commands at me all day long, while I literally jumped through loops for her.
She always dangled rewards over my head for following her orders. These rewards were complete bullshit of course, and I continued to work for absolutely nothing.
By the end of my time working with her, I dont know whether I hated the bitch, or actually felt sorry for her miserable life, cooped up in the building all day, barking orders constantly. It must be hard to be so hated.
Nevertheless, I made it quite public how I felt about never receiving my reward. So I caught a knife, and began carving into the wall;
The cake is a lie
The cake is a lie
The cake is a lie
The cake..
(Thu 29th Nov 2007, 18:32, More)
» Intense Friendships
Er..
No good stories about McDonalds really, I spent most of my time figuring out ways I could earn my minimum wage by doing as little work as possible. This involved running into work, clocking in early, then getting changed, washing, having a fag, and then waltzing into the kitchen. Once, I clocked in 30mins early, and left for about 6hrs, and then returned and clocked out for an hour break.
The boss eventually copped to my deliberate tardyness, and promptly handed me the sack.
(Thu 3rd Aug 2006, 0:41, More)
Er..
No good stories about McDonalds really, I spent most of my time figuring out ways I could earn my minimum wage by doing as little work as possible. This involved running into work, clocking in early, then getting changed, washing, having a fag, and then waltzing into the kitchen. Once, I clocked in 30mins early, and left for about 6hrs, and then returned and clocked out for an hour break.
The boss eventually copped to my deliberate tardyness, and promptly handed me the sack.
(Thu 3rd Aug 2006, 0:41, More)
» Teenage Parties
Where the drink can lead..
Well, I decided to go to dublin with a friend, to check out some colleges, and to meet up with a drinking buddy of mine(lets call him x) I hadnt seen in a long time.
Now, when we drink - we often take it a bit too far, and often wind up in a bit of trouble.
So I meet up with my friend at about 4pm, knowing I had to get the 6pm train home to the opposite end of the country. So I decide to go for one pint.
The next morning, woken by a phone ringing;
Voice on the end of the phone; "Eoghan, where are you? Are you in school?"
Myself, looking cautiously around the room, and seeing someone passed out on the couch; "I... I honestly dont know. There's someone on the couch. Its either my kidnapper, or x. Er.. could you trace this call and let me know where I am?"
I decided to use my extra day in Dublin, basking in the fact that no-one in the county knew me, In trying it on with the most attractive girl I could find. Considering I was searching in dublin, it was a pretty good find. And I got away with it too.
Schwing.
(Fri 14th Apr 2006, 1:32, More)
Where the drink can lead..
Well, I decided to go to dublin with a friend, to check out some colleges, and to meet up with a drinking buddy of mine(lets call him x) I hadnt seen in a long time.
Now, when we drink - we often take it a bit too far, and often wind up in a bit of trouble.
So I meet up with my friend at about 4pm, knowing I had to get the 6pm train home to the opposite end of the country. So I decide to go for one pint.
The next morning, woken by a phone ringing;
Voice on the end of the phone; "Eoghan, where are you? Are you in school?"
Myself, looking cautiously around the room, and seeing someone passed out on the couch; "I... I honestly dont know. There's someone on the couch. Its either my kidnapper, or x. Er.. could you trace this call and let me know where I am?"
I decided to use my extra day in Dublin, basking in the fact that no-one in the county knew me, In trying it on with the most attractive girl I could find. Considering I was searching in dublin, it was a pretty good find. And I got away with it too.
Schwing.
(Fri 14th Apr 2006, 1:32, More)