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[lozette]

Thanks for all the advice about the PC yesterday. Naturally, I suspect I will do absolutely nothing about it, as I'm just too scared of breaking things irretrievably. Then again, I have been thinking (for a while) that I should upgrade my PC and get my own ADSL setup as obviously the ones I have are just loitering reminders of that fucked-up

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[motodraconis]

Ag! I'll join you in the stamping angriness!

My own website faff was set up by my ex, I've got it all transferred to my name now but it's a right old headf*ck. I can build websites easy, it's the hosting thing that's a total headache for me. Luckily I'm surrounded by programmers at work so if I have an emergency I can probably get help from them.
Is there no quiet little non-arsehole programmer you can rope in for help in exchange for beer?

[lozette]

Is there no quiet little non-arsehole programmer you can rope in for help in exchange for beer?

Sadly not. I guess I can ask someone and bribe them into keeping quiet, but the moment anyone else finds out I'm asking for help then it'll all kick off again.

Bah, serves me right for attempting to be popular and well-liked: I just seem to have made myself an easy target for mockery.

[ellbie]

Wrap the mugs in plastic first, then stamp on them with big boots on. Actually, double-wrap them, then the bin men won't get hurt, and you can smash with gay abandon.

Get rid of everything you can do without. Get substitutes for the rest of it and then get rid of that.

It's hard when people are that stupid and insensitive, but if people at work say things like that (especially your boss, who sounds like a complete wanker), try raising your eyebrows, looking down your nose and saying something supercilious, sarcastic and icy calm. It doesn't really matter what.

If you find a way to avoid the anger-jealousy-sensitivity cycle, let me know :o)

[lozette]

I'm going to try the icy calm thing, but it's really hard when my kill-kill-kill hackles are up. I tried keeping quiet for the rest of the afternoon yesterday but all that did was get me a bunch of "Oooh, Laura's angry, don't talk to her she'll get angrier!" comments. FFS.

[ellbie]

It takes practice. Concentrate on breathing evenly and imagine that the higher you raise your eyebrows, the smaller the person gets, until they've shrunk down to four inches high and are running around in circles on the floor, squeaking helplessly.

You could step on them at that point, but you're much too good and evolved a person to do that.

Alternatively, imagine how stupid the person would look stark naked with a daffodil shoved up their backside.

[lozette]

I'd give them away but TBH they're not very nice and are all chipped & cracked.

I dunno about the mortgage thing. I was earning 22k when I bought my place. Admittedly it was cheap (83.5k), and I didn't have the luxury of choosing a place to buy - I just bought what I could afford. Glad I did, though. I borrowed 3.6 times my salary (78k) and had 5.5k for the deposit courtesy of an inheritance from my gran. I was lucky, I admit. But I don't think you need to be on as much as 82k to buy in London.

[lozette]

Yeah, I got my place back in 2001 so I was pretty lucky. You *do* see places in London for less than 100k occasionally, though. I bought my place purely because it was the price it was - I wasn't really intending to buy, just saw it & decided :-)

That said, I still retain the right to feel superior about owning my place, as I know for a fact that one of the guys who works here still lives at home and earns more than 22k, and he was one ofthe people mocking me for not being able to pull £300 out of my arse...