I'm not going to see the fireworks spectacles anywhere.
I'm not going to wear a stupid mass-produced hat with too-tight elastic and the staples barely holding it together.
I'm not going to have one of those god-awful noisemaker things hanging out of my gob, and I'm certainly not going to explode any party poppers.
I will try to count the countdown in real-time, rather than join in with the pissed over-excited crowd that always rushes it exponentially the closer they get to one.
I'm not going to hug random people I've never met.
I'm not going to have a million facebook photos of me with some other person.
I will, however, farewell a rather shite year with my good friends and contemplate the goals I will set to make the coming one a tad more enjoyable.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tickled
Yesterday I worked with just one bloke all day. We got paired up to do menial shit. It's boring as hell, but it's menial shit that has to be done none the less. My method is to just hook in and make it go away as quick as possible.
Today will be the same story, because we're not finished that pile of work yet.
The problem is not the work. It's the guy I'm with to do it.
See, normally I can work pretty well with people I don't like. Sometimes the case is that I don't like their personality but they're a hell of a worker. Sometimes it's the opposite - they can't organise their work at all but it's compensated by the fact that the conversation has you smiling all day. I try to find some aspect that is at least tolerable about them, if not truly likeable.
But this guy... Well, he's just tickled me with the dislike feather all over. Depressed conversation that is constant, not much knowledge of the work even though he says constantly how good he is at it, thick as a fucking plank, and top it all off he's plainly trying to assert his alpha maleness over me. Bahaha.
Boring. Fucking. Idiot.
Today I will snap the dislike feather into pieces.
Today will be the same story, because we're not finished that pile of work yet.
The problem is not the work. It's the guy I'm with to do it.
See, normally I can work pretty well with people I don't like. Sometimes the case is that I don't like their personality but they're a hell of a worker. Sometimes it's the opposite - they can't organise their work at all but it's compensated by the fact that the conversation has you smiling all day. I try to find some aspect that is at least tolerable about them, if not truly likeable.
But this guy... Well, he's just tickled me with the dislike feather all over. Depressed conversation that is constant, not much knowledge of the work even though he says constantly how good he is at it, thick as a fucking plank, and top it all off he's plainly trying to assert his alpha maleness over me. Bahaha.
Boring. Fucking. Idiot.
Today I will snap the dislike feather into pieces.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Quote of the Day
Who was it that figured out you could milk a cow?
... and what were they REALLY thinking?
... and what were they REALLY thinking?
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