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Be warned: can bore people stupid with Knightmare-related nostalgia, D&D-talk or 2000AD fanboyism without provocation.
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» Weddings
Yeeears ago...
Back in my early single digits -- too young to remember, but old enough to say really embarassing things at the right time -- my parents were invited to their friends' wedding. I, being the too-young-to-leave-at-home sprog, was dragged along with a tube of Smarties to keep me quiet.
Did anyone know of any just cause or impediment? Let them speak now or forever hold their peace...
A solitary voice, innocent and blameless.
"I DROPPED MY 'MARTIES!"
My folks haven't let me forget it since. Even twenty-something years later. Twunts.
(Thu 14th Jul 2005, 19:24, More)
Yeeears ago...
Back in my early single digits -- too young to remember, but old enough to say really embarassing things at the right time -- my parents were invited to their friends' wedding. I, being the too-young-to-leave-at-home sprog, was dragged along with a tube of Smarties to keep me quiet.
Did anyone know of any just cause or impediment? Let them speak now or forever hold their peace...
A solitary voice, innocent and blameless.
"I DROPPED MY 'MARTIES!"
My folks haven't let me forget it since. Even twenty-something years later. Twunts.
(Thu 14th Jul 2005, 19:24, More)
» Weird Traditions
Peas
My mum's a stickler for tradition.
Every time a pea falls from the plate, she's the first to announce that someone's 'peed on the floor'.
We live in a rural area, and there are a few signs bearing the legend 'CAT'S EYES REMOVED' to which she invariably replies 'BASTARDS!'
(Sat 30th Jul 2005, 11:59, More)
Peas
My mum's a stickler for tradition.
Every time a pea falls from the plate, she's the first to announce that someone's 'peed on the floor'.
We live in a rural area, and there are a few signs bearing the legend 'CAT'S EYES REMOVED' to which she invariably replies 'BASTARDS!'
(Sat 30th Jul 2005, 11:59, More)
» Sacked
Bah.
Just over a year ago I was living in Colchester with some mates, making ends meet as a temp desk-jockey. One temp job I had as a QA involved preparing artwork packs -- gluing colour separation details to bits of paper like a five-year-old, and preparing specifications for coloured inks required. Boring but bearable. I've had worse jobs.
Towards the end of the year there was less and less for me to do, so I was basically doing more experienced people's monkey work while they got on with other stuff. No task too menial; taking old samples to be recycled, bulk data entry, and if nothing else needed to be done I'd work in the archive, making space for the next metric fuckton of files due to arrive. Generally trying to stay busy, civil and helpful. And so it continued for a few weeks.
A week from Xmas I was told they didn't want my services. Why? Not, as one might think, because they didn't have any more work for me to do. No, apparently I 'wasn't particularly enthusiastic'. And being an unmedicated depressive with serious self-esteem issues, naturally I did fuck all to contest that. Not that I had a problem with being let go -- that's all part and parcel of being a temp -- but being bad-mouthed like that still pisses me off. Did they mention this at all to me beforehand? Any brief aside to the tune of "'scuse, Phil, any chance of you shaping up, you miserable bastard?" Was there, fuck. Cunts. And thanks to that the temp agency was quite happy to be shot of me as well in spite of previous jobs going extremely well.
I realise naming the company would be a bit vindictive and unprofessional, so I'll do that right now. Betts UK Ltd. They make toothpaste tubes and crap like that.
Back in Norfolk now. Gizza job. Go on, giz it...
(Fri 24th Feb 2006, 11:11, More)
Bah.
Just over a year ago I was living in Colchester with some mates, making ends meet as a temp desk-jockey. One temp job I had as a QA involved preparing artwork packs -- gluing colour separation details to bits of paper like a five-year-old, and preparing specifications for coloured inks required. Boring but bearable. I've had worse jobs.
Towards the end of the year there was less and less for me to do, so I was basically doing more experienced people's monkey work while they got on with other stuff. No task too menial; taking old samples to be recycled, bulk data entry, and if nothing else needed to be done I'd work in the archive, making space for the next metric fuckton of files due to arrive. Generally trying to stay busy, civil and helpful. And so it continued for a few weeks.
A week from Xmas I was told they didn't want my services. Why? Not, as one might think, because they didn't have any more work for me to do. No, apparently I 'wasn't particularly enthusiastic'. And being an unmedicated depressive with serious self-esteem issues, naturally I did fuck all to contest that. Not that I had a problem with being let go -- that's all part and parcel of being a temp -- but being bad-mouthed like that still pisses me off. Did they mention this at all to me beforehand? Any brief aside to the tune of "'scuse, Phil, any chance of you shaping up, you miserable bastard?" Was there, fuck. Cunts. And thanks to that the temp agency was quite happy to be shot of me as well in spite of previous jobs going extremely well.
I realise naming the company would be a bit vindictive and unprofessional, so I'll do that right now. Betts UK Ltd. They make toothpaste tubes and crap like that.
Back in Norfolk now. Gizza job. Go on, giz it...
(Fri 24th Feb 2006, 11:11, More)
» Lies Your Parents Told You
Not actually told to me...
... but what the hell. I was walking around Thetford a year or so ago, and I saw a three-or-four-year-old girl jumping into puddles, as kids do. Her mum was upset by this, as mums usually are.
"DON'T JUMP INTO PUDDLES!" she screeched, "YOUR FEET'LL GET WET AND THEY'LL FALL OFF! DO YOU WANT YOUR FEET TO FALL OFF!?"
Fast forward five months later to a hypothetical trip to Great Yarmouth.
"Go on! Go for a paddle! Just effing leave me alone and go for a paddle!"
(Fri 16th Jan 2004, 17:35, More)
Not actually told to me...
... but what the hell. I was walking around Thetford a year or so ago, and I saw a three-or-four-year-old girl jumping into puddles, as kids do. Her mum was upset by this, as mums usually are.
"DON'T JUMP INTO PUDDLES!" she screeched, "YOUR FEET'LL GET WET AND THEY'LL FALL OFF! DO YOU WANT YOUR FEET TO FALL OFF!?"
Fast forward five months later to a hypothetical trip to Great Yarmouth.
"Go on! Go for a paddle! Just effing leave me alone and go for a paddle!"
(Fri 16th Jan 2004, 17:35, More)