It's getting rather spicy here at work.
I'm here on my own out of the fault of the universe, so I'm on my own picking up 5 phones in this office then another potential 15 if the building starts to overflow. This is unfortunately probably going to be one of those days, so I shant be planning much work I'm afraid.
I had another play with the SatNav service (I'm so going to get my 30 day trial out of them), but I think more out of needing another voice to listen to as a replacement for radio. Mmmm radio.
Speaking of such I'm going to pull my mini-battery powered one from my car shortly as I can't be stuck in silence all day now can I?
Clicking around my Yahoo! Ireland! Mail! Which! Cost! Me! Twelve! Quid! For! The! Year! Buthasn'tfuckingwellupgradedto1GBandisbloodywellstillbroken! I found "Stationary - a benefit of your premium subscription". Much like my missing gigabyte of storage space there is nowt there.
Anyways, in other news we've acquired a hire van parking at the side of the house. This isn't normally a problem since it isn't double yellowed or anything, but it's just an annoyance AS IT'S FUCKING MASSIVE and kind of blocks the road (and the neighbours from right across from leaving their drive). We don't know who is responsible for it, but I might leave a pipe bomb in it tomorrow morning (I was never one to mince my words, I feel the direct approach is always best).
I also haven't receive my insurance documentation, which is a bit worrying as I'm being charged a mystical sum (I think 1.08p/mile) but I can't be sure if they don't send me the fucking certificates. I may also send a pipe bomb with December's payment (and lets face it, if it blows up in the sorting office I still make some kind of point to somebody).
While I'm at it, anybody have a need for a pipe bomb? I get them on discount if I order in apocalyptic quantities.
Why am I the only one on Vox who likes *making suicide*?
On an unrelated note, I probably should have added this to my previous post titled Woman, drop the gun but then that would be counted as efficiency and you don't pay me enough for that kind of business.
Tomorrow I think I might do the Tescos 2.5 mile walk depending on the state of the Yoofs, being mugged in a subway while wandering the streets of an increadibly posh town won't do much for my street cred and quite frankly I don't have the time to kick around a few pentioners to get my cred back.
Speaking of random things, I'm getting the feeling I might have forgot to do something at work. Thankfully I'm not important enough to have forgot to set the alarms and thus breaking the stock exchange and a string of data protection laws at the same time, but I'm sure it was slightly important enough for me to have known better. Oh well.
Also, I'm now on a Tesco's diet. Basically I've got about 56p to last me untill the 25th (and I still need to buy a nuns outfit mind) so I shall be sourcing only Tesco's finest instant noodles and yoghurt pots at an appatising 8p each. As you can tell I'm pure class me. And speaking of class from my bump not only do I have to pry back the bumper but I also managed to break one of my side lights, literally only a fortnight after they replaced the bulb at my cost. I'm starting to wish I had my Micra back.
Now back to my evening of GAY DISCO.
ps. this better be HT-Bloody-ML on my interweb posts.