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Whipping round like a fucking dynamo

If I stretch out my arm there'd be lightning scorching the wall like no fucking tomorrow, or so it feels. So much buzzing around inside and nowhere for it to ground out. Woke up after five hours sleep, finished off the forms, dragged my arse to work.

40 minutes walk. I still get to wake up much later than the bus would let me. Stupid bus. Work is, at base, boring. First days always are, writing forms and being introduced to people two or three times. The job itself looks to be fairly easy, just a case of putting together and carrying out software test plans.

Of course once I get back here I have to put up with everyone and their dog asking how things went. As if they've never had a first day at a job and don't know how fucking boring they are, it's obvious that all I want to do is repeat myself ad infinitum repeating the paragraph above and answering all the other questions with "How should I know you braindead freaks, I've only been there one day. Get a fucking clue."

Add to that my brother dithering online for some assignment for his night-degree, stopping me getting on. It's not like he needed the connection, the assignment is basic XML parsing on local files and he has all the damn notes there. So I'm cut of while eleven and not pleased, especially when there are ways around the whole problem if he just applied his fucking brain for once.

So yeah. First fucking day of work. Whoop de motherfucking do.


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Jan. 12th, 2004 05:32 pm (UTC)
You say the job looks easy now, but we all know that:

A: If it stays easy, you'll bitch about how retarded monkeys can do your job and that it's boredom makes you want to kill people just to pass the time.


B: If it gets hard, you'll bitch about how those cunts at work don't pay you enough to grind screwdrivers into your eyesockets, and that all the pigfuckers deserve to die.

You should be the next reality TV show thing: "Working with a Bastard. Can Joe Average keep his sanity and physical well being for one week working with Stew? Insults, cussing, social degredation, and severe organ trauma are all just minor obstacles Joe will have to overcome."

I'd watch.
Jan. 12th, 2004 05:51 pm (UTC)
Sounds like you need a good BJ.

A day of walking, and crap, and more crap, and people asking you retarded questions is resolved by a woman with fine, moist lips.

Then again...if you're woman is far off...le sigh.
Jan. 13th, 2004 01:53 am (UTC)
I hope it turns out to be a decent one, as jobs go.
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