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Post by carrie on Jun 12, 2006 18:08:14 GMT 1
being back at work. the full horror of which will be unleashed tommorow at 7.30am when i walk back into the bakery for the first truly fucking hot day of the summer (someone make it rain, i will shower you with gifts). to get an idea of the heat in a bakery take the real temperature and add approximately 12 degrees to it, remove any airflow, throw in severly deranged employers and colleagues add a dash of aggressive customers, sit back and be delighted that you don't have to be there... then move swiftly on to the charity shop, which acts as a fabulous sun trap, again remove all airflow(volys don't like the draft caused by even a slightly ajar window), add tension, bitterness and snidiness amongst the volys and pray for 5 o'clock to roll on.
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Post by carrie on Jun 13, 2006 19:40:04 GMT 1
damn it. i was right. not bloody happy. full day tomorrow. jesus. if the house falls apart, that means no rent right? so less outgoings=less need for shit jobs. damn it i feel a plan coming on.
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Post by caroline on Jun 15, 2006 16:34:39 GMT 1
Just picked up my new glasses from the opticians, and am now feeling slightly queasy... I'm okay if I stay still, but moving brings on an attack of the dizzies, and if I look at my fingers whilst I'm typing I nearly fall off my chair! I'm hoping my eyes will settle down in a bit- I feel like Hans Moleman from the Simpsons at the mo....
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Post by caroline on Jun 22, 2006 17:16:07 GMT 1
...my inability to insert a contact lens without blinking like a blinky thing having its eyes poked! Curse you blink reflex *shakes fist* ========> . This is me.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jun 23, 2006 12:15:10 GMT 1
Naming no names (though I'm very tempted to post his name, address, phone no, job title, place of employment, next of kin, etc), but someone I work with. Just shut the fuck up you dirty old man! Even Crystal nearly smacked him one yesterday. Day ain't over yet!
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Post by marcusjr on Jun 23, 2006 19:20:07 GMT 1
Working for The Man. Anyone want a fight?
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Post by carrie on Jun 24, 2006 21:39:35 GMT 1
horrid worker in jessops. loitering around as though i was about to steal. quite sure i'm right in thinking that his 'oh are you looking for a camera bag?' was in fact a not particularly cunning way of making sure i didn't swipe a battery. deciding that violence would probably a bit harsh, i opted for handing the item to him, saying that we would probably be better off going somewhere else to buy it. left out that i really had to leave that instant due to the desire to be very rude to him was beating the mortifying embarrassment of being obviously watched. bastard.i work in shops,i know the 'this one looks like a thief, watch 'em' moves. still not really feeling like i should ever cross their door again. so, yes marcus,i am sure up for a fight.
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Post by caroline on Jun 26, 2006 16:40:31 GMT 1
Dear eyeballs,
What part of 'you need to stop blinking' did you not understand? I'm trying to help you, you little fuckers.
Sincerely,
Caroline
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Post by carolyn on Jun 28, 2006 12:41:51 GMT 1
Big white dots on me tonsils.. gross...
And a whole bunch of other stuff, list too long to mention. Harrumph.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jun 28, 2006 12:51:37 GMT 1
Goodness, we're an unhealthy bunch at the moment! What do your white-dots mean, Carolyn, you got a sore throat too?
Caroline: eye-blinking is an involuntary reflex action, but if Robert Powell (was it?) can stop doing it for long enough to be Jesus in that film, then I'm sure you could train yourself as you get used to your new lenses. See also Ian Curtis, him out of British Sea Power, that guy from The Names... James Nice could probably write you an essay on the phenomenon.
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Post by carolyn on Jun 28, 2006 13:01:30 GMT 1
Hello Dr Stu
White dots = tonsillitis normally, which I usually get twice a year. However, it is normally like flu and as I am still at work (weak but still here) I do not think it can be full blown tonsillitis. But yes, I do have a sore throat so can empathise!
I can offer no help with eye blinking, sounds strange.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jun 28, 2006 13:10:19 GMT 1
Don't have a sore throat really, but it may be on the way. I never get tonsiliitis though, just coughs and colds. Of course, I'm not at work today, just kicking round the house at the moment. Not pissed off with much at all really, though every time I think of something to do I have to check myself when I remember I have no money. Now I've had the thought, I'd probably only be spending it here: www.ltmpub.freeserve.co.uk
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Post by caroline on Jun 28, 2006 13:10:47 GMT 1
*steps away from Carolyn* (In a sympathetic way, obviously...!)
I'm not unusually blinky, just to clarify! I'm just having problems overcoming the urge to close my eye when trying to insert a piece of plastic approximately the size of a dinner plate* into it!
Not the end of the world if I don't get the hang of it, as I like my new glasses, but frustrating and expensive nonetheless.
*May be a slight exaggeration...
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Post by carrie on Jun 28, 2006 18:09:58 GMT 1
take 'em back, demand a refund. sticking stuff in eyes is just icky.
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Post by Captain Weirdbeard on Jun 29, 2006 2:49:39 GMT 1
i love sticking stuff in my eyes, it's fun for the retina! aren't you and eye(tee hee) due a cup of tea soon lady? or at least some sort summer alternative. i haven't seen you in an age and i don't like it.
p.s. this is directed towards mouse tho if anyone feels ui haven't seen them in an age sond off and i'll rectify it.
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Post by cHARlie on Jul 3, 2006 12:22:20 GMT 1
...tHIS stupId FURR coat.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jul 3, 2006 12:28:31 GMT 1
Is Charlie the cat writing his posts in a parodic style of Rufus' drunken middle-of-the-night posts (above)? I'm also guilty of trying to post when I'm drunk, but usually I just find that my fingers stop moving, my mind goes blank, and I mong-out in front of the computer screen. Which means bedtime!
Lucky cats, sleeping all day...
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Post by caroline on Jul 3, 2006 12:33:41 GMT 1
No, Stu. He's writing them without the benefit of opposable thumbs! He asked me to reply on his behalf, as he's very busy pulling up the parquet flooring...
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Post by carrie on Jul 4, 2006 20:23:13 GMT 1
people coming into the bakery and asking us how we put up with the heat. answer-rent,bills,children.
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Post by Captain Weirdbeard on Jul 5, 2006 3:06:58 GMT 1
and a love of bagels surely. the world must keep turning. x
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Post by carrie on Jul 5, 2006 17:41:05 GMT 1
bexhill and bagels? has the sun rotted your sense my dear?
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Post by caroline on Jul 13, 2006 19:07:54 GMT 1
Everything.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jul 13, 2006 19:42:06 GMT 1
Well, the electricity here in the Old Town keeps cutting-out (all down the street), so I can never be sure if I'm gonna finish this post before it goes again, or get electrocuted for my troubles. That's a bit of a pissed, but
Everything?
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Post by caroline on Jul 13, 2006 19:52:52 GMT 1
Yes.
Am in a baaaaaad mood.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jul 13, 2006 19:55:37 GMT 1
We've got some catnip, if you fancy it. Luke recommends it.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jul 21, 2006 19:29:56 GMT 1
Those insincere, pre-recorded, pasted-together station announcements, that are neither true nor informative. This afternoon's train was late by 20 minutes because it was "AWAITING/ A MEMBER OF TRAIN CREW/ WHO WAS DELAYED/ BY THE EARLIER DISRUPTION." What kind of excuse is that? What earlier disruption?
"I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE DELAY TO THIS SERVICE."
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Post by carrie on Jul 21, 2006 21:24:27 GMT 1
i am rather fond of the winter announcement that kindly asks people to keep their feet off the seats. i do not like the ticket guards, they are consistently rude/arrogant/prejudiced tossers and i haven't even had a run in with them. probably for the best- i could wind up getting myself into a lot of trouble.
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Post by carrie on Jul 27, 2006 19:25:13 GMT 1
trying to exist(officially). much harder than you may imagine. perhaps i should become a master criminal, i would succeed as i don't appear to exist(i cant bloody prove it, which is actually quite upsetting seeing as i clearly do). at least i cant have my identity stolen. cheerio, your imaginary friend carrie could somebody inform barney his mother doesn't exist?
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Post by the colonial on Jul 28, 2006 23:34:09 GMT 1
A producer called Donald from Gloucester. Can't remember the last time i was abused at work so badly. Fucking Asshole.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jul 28, 2006 23:41:46 GMT 1
Jesus, Nick, what sort of films are you making?! Remember: all uptight bastards die early and unhappy, so screw him!
I'm not pissed off with this, but does anyone else pick-up those ultra-high-frequency sounds given off by the bird-deterrent device in Priory Meadow, by the Town Hall? It's less frightening then the screeching-owl sound they were playing on a loop, but it still fucks with my head. Unless I'm, like, a bird?
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