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another Kiwi B3tard

ignoring the mounting pile on my desk in
Wanganui.

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(Thu 8th Mar 2007, 7:01, More)

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» Workplace Boredom

car dealers are in fact twats
well upon moving town to be with the lovely Mrs Jimocles (she will be feb 28th) to a rather small city in the antiopodeans I've ended up working for a car manufacturer looking after all the car dealers for our particular make. And everything you have heard about car dealers is spot on, and these are new car dealers whom are supposedly less predatory than used car dealers....are they fuck!!!!

Anywho what little work I do involves these fuckers who I despise, which ensures two things A. it gets done slowly and B. it gets done badly if at all.

My supposed boss is too cowardly to call me up on it. and my collegue who thinks he's my boss is an ex car dealer so I'm sure you can imagine how much I care about his opinion. Or his workplace bullying or complete inability to spell the simplest of words. When the fool asked me what "plateau" meant (in the context sales have plateaued) my reports have become literary masterpieces, why use a 3 letter word when 4 x 15 letter words will do.


sorry I'm just venting now
(Fri 9th Jan 2009, 9:47, More)

» The Weird Kid In Class

a few select choices
Paul Rodwell, alot of schools have them the kids who run non stop all day long, and I mean non stop, he was quite handy on the rugby field apart from the fact he would never pass or even let go of the ball....ever, we had to ruck the fuck out of him just to get the ball out.

but the true weirdos I met during a stint in the Navy, where on one ship you never wanted to open a locker cos this bloke was always getting found in them naked covered in furniture polish, his party trick was fitting a whole bar of soap in his foreskin...which is quite startling if you have never seen that before

another guy in training ran around a stairwell for hours on end holding a clock spouting some nonsense about gnomes although I have long held the suspicion he was doing a Cpl Clinger he did get a medical discharge though....result I guess
(Sat 20th Jan 2007, 9:59, More)

» Picky Eaters

1977
one fateful day in 1977 dad took me to see Star Wars, this was obviously a huge treat (a better one than when the bastard took me to see Jaws at 8 years old) and as such the old man asks what lollies do you want so of course I say give me the biggest fuck off bag of marshmellows known to man (well thats what it seemed like to me seeing I was about 5) I promptly scoffed the lot threw up all over the poor bloke sitting in front of me, and scarred him for life I'm sure.

But to this day I cannot even smell a marshmellow or even anything its been near without feeling sick
(Thu 8th Mar 2007, 8:37, More)