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» Workplace Boredom
I tend to dick about with stationary
This was my greatest triumph and highlight of my working life to date. It is a fully working siege catapult I made from pencils, sellotape, an elastic band and a spoon. It was amazing.
(Tell me if i'm not supposed to put pictures in a QOTW, I'll link if needs be)
(Mon 12th Jan 2009, 0:45, More)
I tend to dick about with stationary
This was my greatest triumph and highlight of my working life to date. It is a fully working siege catapult I made from pencils, sellotape, an elastic band and a spoon. It was amazing.
(Tell me if i'm not supposed to put pictures in a QOTW, I'll link if needs be)
(Mon 12th Jan 2009, 0:45, More)
» Cringe!
Sales managers = twats
I was working in a call centre for a well known mobile phone vendor a few years ago. Day times were pretty quiet so surfing the internet and reading was permitted whilst waiting for calls.
I was sat reading my book when the sales manager came up for a jovial chat. "What are you reading?" he asked. "Oh, it's 'Down and Out in London and Paris, by George Orwell' I replied. He made a 'hmm interesting'-face to try to convey that he was a man that appreciated literature, then completely blew it by asking "oh, is that his new one?". Tosser.
The moral of this story? blagging doesn't work.
(Wed 3rd Dec 2008, 13:09, More)
Sales managers = twats
I was working in a call centre for a well known mobile phone vendor a few years ago. Day times were pretty quiet so surfing the internet and reading was permitted whilst waiting for calls.
I was sat reading my book when the sales manager came up for a jovial chat. "What are you reading?" he asked. "Oh, it's 'Down and Out in London and Paris, by George Orwell' I replied. He made a 'hmm interesting'-face to try to convey that he was a man that appreciated literature, then completely blew it by asking "oh, is that his new one?". Tosser.
The moral of this story? blagging doesn't work.
(Wed 3rd Dec 2008, 13:09, More)
» Tightwads
My Grandad's 'thriftyness' is legendary witinh our family
He will drive up to a mile away from the place he actually wants to visit just to avoid paying for parking, but his favourite trick is recycling. He has in the past built a lathe out of an old washing machine (it broke the instant it was turned on), a shed built entirely of drift wood recovered from the beach, and (my favourite) a magazine rack out of the shelves from his old fridge.
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 20:04, More)
My Grandad's 'thriftyness' is legendary witinh our family
He will drive up to a mile away from the place he actually wants to visit just to avoid paying for parking, but his favourite trick is recycling. He has in the past built a lathe out of an old washing machine (it broke the instant it was turned on), a shed built entirely of drift wood recovered from the beach, and (my favourite) a magazine rack out of the shelves from his old fridge.
(Sat 25th Oct 2008, 20:04, More)
» School Days
Things I regret doing at school:
Going into the music practice room that had no windows just so we could turn off the lights and beat up my mate in the dark.
Attempting to frisbee a circular protractor across the science lab only to completely mis-aim and hit some guy in the eye.
Egging on the borderline-autistic and ridiculously tall and gangly bloke to try to kick the ceiling of the 6th form room.
Rubbing my thighs repeatedly, Vic Reeves style, at the ugliest girl in class until she slapped me in the face.
Never getting in a fight I had a chance of winning.
Not paying attention in Art, Music and History.
Generally being a bit of a twat.
Things I don't regret doing:
Breaking large quantities of expensive glass chemistry equipment.
Getting a piece of dissected pig's heart stuck to the biology lab ceiling, and it staying there for over 2 years.
Inciting an agar jelly war.
(Fri 30th Jan 2009, 17:17, More)
Things I regret doing at school:
Going into the music practice room that had no windows just so we could turn off the lights and beat up my mate in the dark.
Attempting to frisbee a circular protractor across the science lab only to completely mis-aim and hit some guy in the eye.
Egging on the borderline-autistic and ridiculously tall and gangly bloke to try to kick the ceiling of the 6th form room.
Rubbing my thighs repeatedly, Vic Reeves style, at the ugliest girl in class until she slapped me in the face.
Never getting in a fight I had a chance of winning.
Not paying attention in Art, Music and History.
Generally being a bit of a twat.
Things I don't regret doing:
Breaking large quantities of expensive glass chemistry equipment.
Getting a piece of dissected pig's heart stuck to the biology lab ceiling, and it staying there for over 2 years.
Inciting an agar jelly war.
(Fri 30th Jan 2009, 17:17, More)