August 2008 Archives

In a short while, we have to go to a works party. We have found out that we are sitting on a table that is entirely populated with fuckers that we do not like.

However, what does make up for that ever so slightly, is the fact that we are not on the same table as the In-Laws.

Well thank fuck for that. We have to spend a good proportion of the weekend with them - tonight is a small mercy.

Well, actually it is not. It is the birthday of The Boss. Quarter of a century. Dude.

I got him a QI DVD and tickets to see Russell HowardLive. Bit peeved that I was too late for Stall tickets and ended up with the Circle, but that's cool. £15 each isn't bad for a night out in London. Just need to book a hotel now.

One single thing would make today a bit nicer. If his fucking Mother would just fuck the hell off. For a couple of weeks now she's been calling and suggesting that we either go to the Chinese in the village at the weekend when his Brother is here, or we get a Chinese takeaway tonight and bring it round to them. We don't understand - she's completely neurotic and normally bitches about there being something wrong with food when we go out, but over the past year she always wants to go to the Chinese. We said that instead of going to the Chinese at the weekend (Sunday), as we are going out for a meal on the Saturday, why doesn't he just make some of his egg friend rice for everyone. "Oh no, it's your birthday, can't have you doing that!" came the response. He said he didn't mind then asked why she wanted to go, and she said that "it would give her a rest". Oh do fuck off. He's just offered to make lunch on the Sunday, weren't you listening? Of course not - you never do.

And then about the takeaway tonight, he said last week that he didn't want to have one. Fair enough, I don't either. She called today to ask whether we were all going to have it. No! He said he didn't want one! Dear me, is that so damn hard to get through your thick skull? The last thing he wants to do is to see her on his birthday, so why would he want to go there with a meal? Christ.

You know, I really wanted to write more. But I cannot. I've worked too hard over the past couple of weeks and feel a bit like seven shades of shite.

Do you ever wonder about why people do things? Of course, everyone does I am sure.

Last week I was imagining what I would say if a former colleague invited me to her wedding. At this point I had no idea that she was getting married. It was a little presumptuous of me to think that she might actually invite me. Today, The Boss tells me that this woman got engaged last week.

A little background - this woman is in her 20s (still) and was married and divorced before the age of 25. By the time I met her, she was 27 and had been in I think two "long-term" relationships since getting divorced, one of those relationships was serious enough that she bought a house with the guy. While I do realise that we shouldn't judge people on such things - we all do.

I just have to ask myself why? She's barely managed to get a relationship to last longer than a couple of years, and every few months she feels the need to bitch about her boyfriend being useless or doing things that piss her off to distraction. Will this one last? Nah. I don't think that they would even get as far as getting married.

She's the kind of person that is all about money, and regularly bitches when her boyfriend (I shan't call them Fiancé and Fiancée) cannot get work. He is some kind of builder and doesn't have permanent employment, but rather takes it as it comes. The world comes to an end every few months when he has to spend a while out of work.

And then I also have to wonder about the amount of information that people are willing to share with those that they barely know. Sometime before I moved departments, she felt the need to tell me that she'd had a pregnancy scare. Keep your legs closed, and it won't happen again? FFS. By this point, she had only been with the guy for a couple of months. It all just leaves me flabbergastered. She too selfish, immature, and poor with money to be in a serious relationship - why do some people do it to themselves? Some may say that they have it coming, I suppose.

But who are we to judge, eh? ;)

In answer to my original ponder last week: I would have said no. I couldn't bear the embarrassment.

The xBox is being collected today. Woohoo!

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Yeah - this is for real. You see two lights there? Well, when we turn it on, we see three. Yep, that's right: three. The Red Ring Of Death.

Arse cunting bollocks.

No more Lego games until it returns from Microsoft. Arse.

It's just really annoying. If it's anything like The Boss's brother's machine, it will come back from Microsoft and not work for a different reason. Arse.

So, one week on from getting my results, what is happening? Why the hell do I think that getting those first year results really makes sucha huge difference anyway? They barely count towards the overall degree, they just prove that you can go on to do subsequent years of study.

Anyway, The Boss bought me a gift as I had apparently done so well.
Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5. Nice, ultra wide angle little bitch who will be, excuse my terribly poor English, majorly pimped out when we go on Holiday.

And yes, you heard that right...we're going on Holiday. A couple of weeks in September will be spent in Norfolk. As it is September, there won't be many kids about, things are somewhat cheaper, the weather will be mediocre I am sure, but the best part is lack of kids. We are also visiting the Brother in Law, and going to Legoland. While I wholeheartedly expect there to be kids there, I don't think that there will be as many because it's during term time and places like that are often quieter during term time, even at the weekends. One of the places were are going in Norfolk bans children under 16 - they have it most correct.

What else, what else?
I've been at work. Nice though the pay will be, I am very tired and sleeping well as well as fairly early compared to normal. But I'm just so tired now, in the afternoons.

The other night, The Boss was sat on the Sofa and I was doing my usual Simming. Suddenly he burst out laughing, I asked him why, and he explained that a piece of UNIX software that he was using said something quite funny. When he told it to terminate (or something similar, I'm not quite as au fait with UNIX based systems as he is. Okay, I'm not au fait at all.), it said "Killing Children. Bwahahaha!" The same piece of software also talks about "Spawning Children". Yeah, that's just about our view on vivparous birth.

For some odd reason I just recalled a funny incident in New York last year. We were in Madame Tussauds, in particular the Chamber of Horrors part. I remember it being dark and there being things hanging froming the ceiling. I noticed someone to the left of me, and it wasn't The Boss. The next thing I knew, this person lunged in front of me, all done up in creepy make-up (for some reason, I am thinking of Darth Maul - why would anyone fuck with a dude that has a double ended lightsaber?), and what did I do in response? I screamed, and then shouted "Fuck me!". Do you know what was the worst part of the whole thing? That I was so embarrased afterwards because I had been scared. What kind of loser does that make me?

What was I talking about the other day?

Now, now, now. We cannot complain about a course average of 81% can we?

Edited to add: Comments now appear to be working on here. Fat lot of fucking good that I didn't realise they weren't until having a go. Grr to MT4.