v6.0 / What happened to the lines? edition
August is gonna be a busy month, really busy. Plus there’s a number of things that I’ll be counting down to:
On or before the 15th the old boy’s moving pad. 21st is the old boy’s birthday and marks two years of me having a licence to drive a motor (no kills for 2 years, it’s almost a mirror of my counter-strike stats).
Then we get down to the fact that on the 30th it’ll be “I’m that little bit older” day.
Oh well, at least it’s payday on Friday!
Well yesterday (11 January 2007) definitely isn’t going to be nominated for the “best day of 2007” category at this years “mystic remembers the year just gone awards” on Christmas Day 2007.
It started off innocently enough as I had a Sky installation (consisting of one standard box, one sky plus box & 16MB broadband) scheduled to take place. I won’t go into one about how on Tuesday British Telecom managed to FUBAR the home telephone line because it’s just not worth it.
So, late night, followed by early start to wait for Sky to ring and let me know when someone is coming. 2 hours later, no call, off to a flying start here.
Meanwhile BT engineer turns up. Nice enough bloke, quite chatty. As with most of the installers I meet, can’t be bothered to follow company procedure and give me a rake of old flannel about what’s happening. He just told me exactly what was wrong and then fixed the fucker, solid.
It’s about 2pm by the time the BT chap has finished (what essentially looked like a rewire of the entire street) and still no word from Sky. So we give the old call up, forced through the old menu maze and presto one automated message along the lines of “bit too busy to talk right now, but basically we turn up whenever we like between (a) & (b) and that’s your tough titties” message.
Not ever being a fan, I abuse the menu system to find “a human being” who tells me they’re very sorry they didn’t ring me and they’re job is scheduled for between 1pm & 4pm.
*more later*
I’m sick of having drinks go cold on me at work. Every bloody time I make myself something to drink, I then get to do something for two hours that means I don’t get to take even a sip. Upon returning to a realistic “Mug from Arm Distance” the inevitable always occurs… sip, cringe, spit.
*spit*
I’m becoming very disillusioned with almost everything related or connected to my family of late.
They are literally driving me nuts. They all have this god awful habit of hiding things, really important things. The more I think about the issues that have cropped up recently, the more it comes home to roost that you really, really, really DON’T get to choose your family.
Everything else in my life at the moment feels like it’s just being juggled. Nothing seems to take form or shape in any way, it all just feels like it’s just “there” with no particular purpose.
On a brighter note, I’m really looking forward to Christmas. Just some time away from this fucking god forsaken office will be the best present I could wish for.
This week I have been mostly having problems with:
More than anything else though I’ve been finding it really, no actually impossibly hard to do the following:
I don’t know why the last one is becoming so bloody difficult. Actually to be fair I do. I need to tell people to fuck off and leave me alone more. I think that’ll be my ‘thing’ for the week to try and tell one person (who absolutely deserves it) to fuck off.
By the way, why is it that when somebody says “Excuse me, can I get past” (no please, obviously) and you reply with something like “Just a second, i’m just picking up my bag” that they take that as a signal that its ok to barge you out of their way. I’m starting to think that with the heat, this will be the week I snap on the way to work and deck the next person who does that to me.
It’s a strange world sometimes. Got up really really early this morning to get in because my dad’s unwell and there were appointments to cancel for first thing. I’ve never seen things so quiet. It was like a dreamland, no pushing, no shoving, no adults with degrees being unable to realise that the train IS full.
Must get up earlier!
Why is it that no matter how many times I tell myself to get a fan before it gets hot in the summer I NEVER bother 🙁
I’m SO hot right now!
It’s that time again, the time where that stupid little voice inside me says “You can come up with a really really good website.”
God only knows why it says it because it rarely ever [read: absolutely never] knows what it’s talking about.
Websites have been a passion of mind for quite some time. The way that they can unite people across the entire globe in a single place and connect them in some way, it’s inspiring. My ability to create these places however is not inspiring at all.
However i’m hopeful that will change because i’m changing my approach. This time the site that i’m working on will have a core, a function, a reason to exist, which brings us back to the title.
Check out the latest attempt to fly out of the realm of shit… here @ TLSITWOTW.com.
Sitting here having just visited my grandmother in hospital i’m starting to realise that it’s about time i learnt to drive. So far i’ve wasted 30 minutes i could have spent visiting my gran sitting at a bus stop waiting.
Of course it’s been so long now that visiting hours are over so i can’t even go back to see my gran just to pass some time. Even more fun is the pack of jokers who have now turned up and are bashing into the bus stop itself. It’s about time some form of compulsory sterilisation was put into place.
Finally a bus turns up. As usual these days it comes complete with a MOBO Dj in training, i.e. someone with a mobile who has no music taste and is too stupid to figure out how to use the free headphones that they got with it.
Why is it always a bad sean paul track or remix?
Is it possible to have bus rage?
Who knows. More later.