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Had the day off work today, and managed to be semi-productive, despite the temptation to just spend the day sprawled on the floor, thrashing about and whining "It's too HOT, just TOO HOT!!!" The housework has been piling up due to me being sick last week and from working too much. So I have made a small dent in the huge list of housework things to do, and can now feel like I've acheived something with my day.
It's been kind of an interesting week at work...well, the word "interesting" might be a bit strong...In the last few days there's been:
An attempted stabbing just outside of work which resulted in a big policevan filled with heavily armed officers swarming the area looking for the culprit while helicopters zoomed about overhead;
A couple photographed having sex in one of the pods;
One workmate quitting due to being pregnant, and two others quitting for other reasons;
The top guy at work, like, the chairman or something important-sounding like that, dying mysteriously.
Something about my workplace seems to make everyone a little blase about this kind of stuff though. I guess it's hard to muster up too much excitement when your job mostly consists of standing in the same spot all day waiting for customers to come through.
eg.
SUPERVISOR: Got some bad news guys, Alastair passed away last night.
ME: Um, which one was he again?
SUPERVISOR: The chairman...the one who looks a little like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons.
ME: Ah yes. That's a shame.
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ME (on my break, noticing an abundance of policemen and helicopters and security people): Hey, what's going on?
WORKMATE: Some guy pulled a knife on his girlfriend and tried to stab her.
ME: Oh ok. I'm gonna go have a smoke.
Etc.
I've noticed I'm becoming one of those boring wankers who only ever talks about work.
Note to self: Become more interesting.
Allegra's in the city watching The Rocky Horror Show again with Harri and someone else, giving me the house to myself, which doesn't happen very often. So now I'm not too sure what to do with myself for the next couple of hours. Perhaps I'll clean more. Or play my guitar. Or read.
Allegra come hooooome!!
It's been kind of an interesting week at work...well, the word "interesting" might be a bit strong...In the last few days there's been:
An attempted stabbing just outside of work which resulted in a big policevan filled with heavily armed officers swarming the area looking for the culprit while helicopters zoomed about overhead;
A couple photographed having sex in one of the pods;
One workmate quitting due to being pregnant, and two others quitting for other reasons;
The top guy at work, like, the chairman or something important-sounding like that, dying mysteriously.
Something about my workplace seems to make everyone a little blase about this kind of stuff though. I guess it's hard to muster up too much excitement when your job mostly consists of standing in the same spot all day waiting for customers to come through.
eg.
SUPERVISOR: Got some bad news guys, Alastair passed away last night.
ME: Um, which one was he again?
SUPERVISOR: The chairman...the one who looks a little like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons.
ME: Ah yes. That's a shame.
---
ME (on my break, noticing an abundance of policemen and helicopters and security people): Hey, what's going on?
WORKMATE: Some guy pulled a knife on his girlfriend and tried to stab her.
ME: Oh ok. I'm gonna go have a smoke.
Etc.
I've noticed I'm becoming one of those boring wankers who only ever talks about work.
Note to self: Become more interesting.
Allegra's in the city watching The Rocky Horror Show again with Harri and someone else, giving me the house to myself, which doesn't happen very often. So now I'm not too sure what to do with myself for the next couple of hours. Perhaps I'll clean more. Or play my guitar. Or read.
Allegra come hooooome!!