What's messing with your groove?
#14740
Posted 19 August 2013 - 11:37 AM
FNB! Ask your bank for a Bank Statement. Check the times and also make sure you have notify me active on your cellphone.
My guy used my card for bus tickets! His getaway strategy would have worked too if it hadn't been for those pesky notifications
My guy used my card for bus tickets! His getaway strategy would have worked too if it hadn't been for those pesky notifications
“Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof Gas-Fireproof.”
#14741
Posted 19 August 2013 - 12:12 PM
Haha.. cool. i have all of that activated
bus tickets? pretty random thing to use it for... I now have a picture of Kip (Napoleon's brother from Napoleon Dynamite ) waiting at a bus stop somewhere for Raphonda and ehr never arriving


You never have the same problem twice when you set it on fire
#14742
Posted 20 August 2013 - 09:59 PM
*sigh* I'm back home again, and first thing I find out is I might be needing a new job after next month.. Yay..
Puck was not birthed, she was cleaved from a lava flow and shaped by a fierce god's hands. - [worry]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
#14743
Posted 21 August 2013 - 09:11 AM
Been waiting for 5 weeks to play my friendly snooker match with my mate cos he kept cancelling at last minute due to holidays, birthdays parties etc. Eventually played last night, then I went and got stuffed 5 frames to nil! AAARRRGGHH!!!
Hopefully back to normal schedule next week and I'll be wreaking my revenge (with a little luck from the snooker gods).
Hopefully back to normal schedule next week and I'll be wreaking my revenge (with a little luck from the snooker gods).

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer". (M. Corleone)
When my days are over, And my time has come to pass,
I hope I'm buried upside-down, So the world may kiss my ass. (WhiskeyPhil)
When my days are over, And my time has come to pass,
I hope I'm buried upside-down, So the world may kiss my ass. (WhiskeyPhil)
#14744
Posted 25 August 2013 - 11:08 AM
No time. No time for anything. Too much work. I seriously wish I had the time to work on my freaking final project for uni. Or any other assignment. All I do is work. Next week's all planned out already. I need to finish a portrait painting until tomorrow that I haven't even started, but I can't even see my desk from all the stuff that's piled up there and needs doing. Also, I'm off my meds for now which means I panic much easier.. Aaaaaah! 
Seriously, life sucks right now.
On the plus side, though, I haven't had an allergic reaction to anything in.. *counts* five days?
/rant

Seriously, life sucks right now.
On the plus side, though, I haven't had an allergic reaction to anything in.. *counts* five days?
/rant
This post has been edited by Puck: 25 August 2013 - 11:09 AM
Puck was not birthed, she was cleaved from a lava flow and shaped by a fierce god's hands. - [worry]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
#14745
Posted 25 August 2013 - 11:34 PM
Bleh managed maybe 4hrs sleep over an entire weekend, I think stress of work and life recently is slowly killing me with severe dizziness and crushing migraines.
#14746
Posted 27 August 2013 - 09:00 AM
I've gotten my dream job, but now I worry I might lose it because things are going very slowly. I opened the store an hour ago, and so far haven't sold anything, and I know we have to sell for X amount of money to keep our heads above the water...fuck!
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
Things and stuffs...and other important objects.
#14747
Posted 27 August 2013 - 10:30 AM
Bearmione TROUBLEMAKER Grimger, on 27 August 2013 - 09:00 AM, said:
I've gotten my dream job, but now I worry I might lose it because things are going very slowly. I opened the store an hour ago, and so far haven't sold anything, and I know we have to sell for X amount of money to keep our heads above the water...fuck!
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
How the fuck is that your dream job if you hate people?
Legalise drugs! And murder!
#14748
Posted 27 August 2013 - 10:32 AM
Satan, on 27 August 2013 - 10:30 AM, said:
Bearmione TROUBLEMAKER Grimger, on 27 August 2013 - 09:00 AM, said:
I've gotten my dream job, but now I worry I might lose it because things are going very slowly. I opened the store an hour ago, and so far haven't sold anything, and I know we have to sell for X amount of money to keep our heads above the water...fuck!
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
How the fuck is that your dream job if you hate people?
Because I get a motherfucking discount on ALL THE THINGS!!!!
Things and stuffs...and other important objects.
#14749
Posted 27 August 2013 - 10:37 AM
Bearmione TROUBLEMAKER Grimger, on 27 August 2013 - 10:32 AM, said:
Satan, on 27 August 2013 - 10:30 AM, said:
Bearmione TROUBLEMAKER Grimger, on 27 August 2013 - 09:00 AM, said:
I've gotten my dream job, but now I worry I might lose it because things are going very slowly. I opened the store an hour ago, and so far haven't sold anything, and I know we have to sell for X amount of money to keep our heads above the water...fuck!
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
I feel like a failure because I can't sell enough stuff (we specialize in fantasy/sci-fi books, comics, lego and boardgames), but I'm not a "salesman" and I hate people.
How the fuck is that your dream job if you hate people?
Because I get a motherfucking discount on ALL THE THINGS!!!!
It's just a couch! Or books or lego or boardgames.
This post has been edited by Satan: 27 August 2013 - 10:37 AM
Legalise drugs! And murder!
#14750
Posted 27 August 2013 - 10:48 AM
Also, it's one of my favourite stores, and the people who do stop by aren't so bad...and I get to recommend SE to EVERYONE! Mvahahahhahaha

Things and stuffs...and other important objects.
#14751
Posted 27 August 2013 - 12:19 PM
Day at work went pretty good; a lot quieter than yesterday, which went absolutely nuts after my first break at 1pm. However, we got a visit from top management this evening. And I mean like...my manager's boss's boss and HIS boss. It doesn't get much higher after that except "CEO". Normally you get graced with their presence for a brief moment and then they're gone, you just try not to stuff up too badly while they're there.
Well. This week I'm filling in for someone on annual leave (in fact, my new job is pretty much "do regular job until someone is away, then do their job!"). It's a full day, though the first couple of hours are basically dead time and mid-week even the busy time is fairly quiet. Anyway. So here I am, minding my own business doing the job and about to be done with that part of work for the last couple of hours when my replacements take over and I go do other, easier stuff. Next thing I know, I've got my hands full with extra work that arrived early, and I can hear the esteemed guests getting a blow-by-blow explanation of what I'm doing from the informal office space above my head.
Now, I spend 90% of my time at work under security cameras; I'm used to being watched. But hearing the boss of my boss describing what I'm doing and why I'm doing it is a bit much. Hey, that's all good, I can cope with that for five min- oh, good, my backup is here! First thing my backup (who arrives at this time every day and does this as her permanent job) is find a problem with something we're taking in and promptly...asks me what to do about it.
Loudly. Apparently unaware that MANAGEMENT with extra emphasis is watching this closely. YOU DO THIS ALL THE TIME WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING ME GODDAMMIT?!??! So I have to stop what I'm doing, go and confirm what is wrong, then tell her what to do about it. She doesn't entirely understand what I want her to write on the paperwork so I do it for her, sign it, and then start to head back to my own stuff. Well, forgot to sign the second copy, that's my fault, but WHY ARE YOU NOW ASKING ME WHETHER WE NEED TO DO X WITH IT AS WELL?!?! OHGOD. Tell her what to do, again, and go back to my original work.
You would think my torment ended there. Oh, no. She goes up the other end because it gets marginally quieter and the cavalry arrive- except 'the cavalry' in this case are our two most inexperienced/useless people, barring the brand-new recruit who started on Monday. I'm about five minutes from heading up the other end and being free, but MANAGEMENT extra emphasis decided about five minutes before to come downstairs and watch me from five feet away. While getting running commentary. Including my manager's boss fixing something for me - it didn't really need it, but best to just nod and agree seeing as her logic was sound, even if the issue wasn't really an issue - and now we've gotten busy again, and you've got me, THE TEMP, being the most experienced person in sight.
So I did what any far-too-nice and considerate workmate would do, and stayed there for an extra twenty minutes almost literally handholding my two "regular" colleagues. Literally having to give them instructions on how to do THEIR FREAKING JOB. With MANAGEMENT extra emphasis watching and talking about everything we were doing.
Of course, being the multi-tasking GOD I am, I managed to talk to MANAGEMENT, answer their questions, do the regular work, get out the special work and prepare it and hand it over, while also guiding, helping, saving and generally overseeing the other two, and making it look effortless enough that I got a compliment from the top executive present.
BUT HOLY FUCK. Why do I know how to do these people's jobs better than they do? And why do I take it upon myself to save them (and our department's image, granted) from themselves? (They actually didn't recognize the guests; apparently they hadn't been told these guys were showing up, and also don't recognize their top management...goes to show how often we get visits, huh?)
Oh yeah, and my team leader drops by once the MANAGEMENT contingent has moved on, and asks me "What are you supposed to be doing now?"
Luckily he and I get on pretty well, so I just gave him a sarcastic response and explained later, but still. *sigh*
Today was supposed to be my QUIET DAY, dammit!
/end rant.
Well. This week I'm filling in for someone on annual leave (in fact, my new job is pretty much "do regular job until someone is away, then do their job!"). It's a full day, though the first couple of hours are basically dead time and mid-week even the busy time is fairly quiet. Anyway. So here I am, minding my own business doing the job and about to be done with that part of work for the last couple of hours when my replacements take over and I go do other, easier stuff. Next thing I know, I've got my hands full with extra work that arrived early, and I can hear the esteemed guests getting a blow-by-blow explanation of what I'm doing from the informal office space above my head.
Now, I spend 90% of my time at work under security cameras; I'm used to being watched. But hearing the boss of my boss describing what I'm doing and why I'm doing it is a bit much. Hey, that's all good, I can cope with that for five min- oh, good, my backup is here! First thing my backup (who arrives at this time every day and does this as her permanent job) is find a problem with something we're taking in and promptly...asks me what to do about it.
Loudly. Apparently unaware that MANAGEMENT with extra emphasis is watching this closely. YOU DO THIS ALL THE TIME WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING ME GODDAMMIT?!??! So I have to stop what I'm doing, go and confirm what is wrong, then tell her what to do about it. She doesn't entirely understand what I want her to write on the paperwork so I do it for her, sign it, and then start to head back to my own stuff. Well, forgot to sign the second copy, that's my fault, but WHY ARE YOU NOW ASKING ME WHETHER WE NEED TO DO X WITH IT AS WELL?!?! OHGOD. Tell her what to do, again, and go back to my original work.
You would think my torment ended there. Oh, no. She goes up the other end because it gets marginally quieter and the cavalry arrive- except 'the cavalry' in this case are our two most inexperienced/useless people, barring the brand-new recruit who started on Monday. I'm about five minutes from heading up the other end and being free, but MANAGEMENT extra emphasis decided about five minutes before to come downstairs and watch me from five feet away. While getting running commentary. Including my manager's boss fixing something for me - it didn't really need it, but best to just nod and agree seeing as her logic was sound, even if the issue wasn't really an issue - and now we've gotten busy again, and you've got me, THE TEMP, being the most experienced person in sight.
So I did what any far-too-nice and considerate workmate would do, and stayed there for an extra twenty minutes almost literally handholding my two "regular" colleagues. Literally having to give them instructions on how to do THEIR FREAKING JOB. With MANAGEMENT extra emphasis watching and talking about everything we were doing.
Of course, being the multi-tasking GOD I am, I managed to talk to MANAGEMENT, answer their questions, do the regular work, get out the special work and prepare it and hand it over, while also guiding, helping, saving and generally overseeing the other two, and making it look effortless enough that I got a compliment from the top executive present.
BUT HOLY FUCK. Why do I know how to do these people's jobs better than they do? And why do I take it upon myself to save them (and our department's image, granted) from themselves? (They actually didn't recognize the guests; apparently they hadn't been told these guys were showing up, and also don't recognize their top management...goes to show how often we get visits, huh?)
Oh yeah, and my team leader drops by once the MANAGEMENT contingent has moved on, and asks me "What are you supposed to be doing now?"

Today was supposed to be my QUIET DAY, dammit!
/end rant.
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Shinrei said:
<Vote Silencer> For not garnering any heat or any love for that matter. And I'm being serious here, it's like a mental block that is there, and you just keep forgetting it.
#14752
Posted 27 August 2013 - 02:47 PM
Silencer, on 27 August 2013 - 12:19 PM, said:
Day at work went pretty good; a lot quieter than yesterday, which went absolutely nuts ...Today was supposed to be my QUIET DAY, dammit!
/end rant.
/end rant.
Write up the entire thing as a constructive update for your supervisor.
Ensure it's attached to your file so when the time comes to review or whatever your contract, they realize they should obviously hire you full time, promote you to supreme omni-dictator and pay you in gemstones, whiskey and virgins.
THIS IS YOUR REMINDER THAT THERE IS A
'VIEW NEW CONTENT' BUTTON THAT
ALLOWS YOU TO VIEW NEW CONTENT
'VIEW NEW CONTENT' BUTTON THAT
ALLOWS YOU TO VIEW NEW CONTENT
#14753
Posted 27 August 2013 - 07:32 PM
Shit just got serious. I don't like serious shit. I don't like it at all.
Burn rubber =/= warp speed
#14754
Posted 27 August 2013 - 09:54 PM
Monthly blood flow late?
Legalise drugs! And murder!
#14755
Posted 27 August 2013 - 09:58 PM
I like the song behind Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. FML. right? cos if you like mainstream you're worthless, right, malazan? amirite?
/durkn lol
/durkn lol
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#14756
Posted 28 August 2013 - 06:06 AM
Gothos, on 27 August 2013 - 09:58 PM, said:
I like the song behind Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. FML. right? cos if you like mainstream you're worthless, right, malazan? amirite?
/durkn lol
/durkn lol
I bet you just like the uncensored music video

You never have the same problem twice when you set it on fire
#14757
Posted 28 August 2013 - 11:01 AM
pathos, on 28 August 2013 - 06:06 AM, said:
That too, and it wouldn't be messing with my groove. But I like the song as well, and that strikes me as odd.
As for today morning... if my roommates don't like shared foodstocks, we could at LEAST buy different brands of milk, yes?
WHICH ONE IS MINE?!
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#14758
Posted 28 August 2013 - 12:38 PM
We had to get a housephone for the broadband to be fitted. Me and the gf are the only people who have the number. Yet ive just had some market researcher cuntrag ring up and ask if I had time to answer their bullshit.
Fuck you for selling my details Virgin Media
Fuck you for selling my details Virgin Media
#14759
Posted 28 August 2013 - 06:50 PM
I put mine on ex-directory. When I get my landline installed will let you know if it is worth it...
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.