May 04, 2003 22:56
God, work sucks. At the moment work is dragging me down, but I usually enjoy my job, but recently its like I keep hitting a big fucking wall every where I turn, as I get problem after problem thrown at me. It's annoying when your stressed out, and you press the 'available' button on the phone, and another customer comes through with a big, ugly mess of a problem which takes ages to sort. It's depressing, but that's what I do. I get them sorted, and they're happy, and at the end of it, I feel accomplished.
I've got monday off, though, as it's a bank holiday, which means I've got time to chill out, and talk to people. Like Danielle. I don't get to talk to her very often, which is a shame, becuase she's great to talk to. No matter how down I am, she can always make me smile. At the moment, she's trying to convince me I'm gay, which I'm finding extremely funny.
The Makeup Fiend says:
and instead of homsexual, 'Barry'
The Makeup Fiend says:
BECAUSE YOU ARE SO GAY
The Makeup Fiend says:
YOU LIKE IT UP THE ASS, HOMO
Baz says:
*glares at you with laser eyes*
Baz says:
burnnnnnn
The Makeup Fiend says:
hehe
I went out yesterday and bought some stuff for my PC, because I'm a geek :) I bought Aliens Vs Predator 2, which rules *makes me jump a lot, pretty scary game*, X-Men Wolverine's Revenge, which is okay, but I mainly bought it because Wolverine is my favourite ever comic book character. I also got an infrared port, so my phone can talk to my pc and swap files with it. I've got one of these nifty camera phones (Nokia 7650) that takes pictures and all kinds of neat stuff. I copied all my photos to my PC, and sent some crap to the phone, including a cool piece of software that turns the phone into a remote control for TV's stereos, and all sorts of stuff.
Right now, I'm talking to Danielle and listening to Iain's music that he's writing. He's like, one of the best guitarists I know, and we jam a lot. Although I haven't played bass properly in ages, I want to get back to playing regularly, but first I need some new strings. For both my basses. And they cost, like, £25 a set. Expensive.
And Iain has just farted. I'm going to kill him now.