i've just found on eof my old house mates from london. a guy who literally made my blood boil on a daily basis....he's asking £1000!!!!http://www.commissionaportrait.com/artistsportfolio.asp?id=287

Glasgow is beautifuly warm and sunny this week, but the University refuses to let us have our classes outside!
Yesterday I had a two and a half hour lab about diarrhoea. I will spend most of this afternoon writing about the eosophagus, with a brief diversion of discussing nominations for the student radio awards.

Tonight my girlfriend is cooking chilli beef stir fry, which will be delicious.

Saturday is the FA cup final, followed by Gay Against You and Lightning Bolt.

Life is great!

Prince Harry just drove into our office car park. Maybe he got lost on his way home to Windsor Castle. Maybe he's heard about the legendary chips and beans served up by Anya and the Nigerian girl in our office canteen.

He drove in (accompanied by his burly minders), was immediately pointed at and HECKLED by my fag-smoking co-workers and then told he couldn't park where he had by security! Needless to say, he looked pretty embarrassed and just a little bit worried by all the attention.

Prince Harry! In our flippin' car park!?

Rimbaud III wrote:(accompanied by his burly minders)

I first read this as "accompanied by his blind murderers".

Hey! Prince Harry! Accompanied by his blind murderers!

Okay, so far, so good...

I take it Dave Brent got all wacky and self-important about it?

sunlore wrote:I take it Dave Brent got all wacky and self-important about it?

David Brent (my boss) has taken the afternoon off to take his son to see a child psychologist. He has anger management issues.

Before leaving, David Brent led a team meeting that degenerated into an argument between two of his staff. Once he regained control of the meeting - his voice faltering as he tried to keep back the tears - he apologised to those that may have had their "nerves touched" and stated that he was "sorry for letting us go there".

Rimbaud III wrote:David Brent (my boss) has taken the afternoon off to take his son to see a child psychologist. He has anger management issues.

Before leaving, David Brent led a team meeting that degenerated into an argument between two of his staff. Once he regained control of the meeting - his voice faltering as he tried to keep back the tears - he apologised to those that may have had their "nerves touched" and stated that he was "sorry for letting us go there".

So good/bad.

Rimbaud III wrote:Prince Harry! In our flippin' car park!?

Are you sure it wasn't Bad Andy:

My supervisor came over to me today when I was speaking to the girl who sits beside me at work and told us to talk less and work more. We replied that we were working while we were talking and she said "Don't make me seperate you two."

We laughed it off and carried on as we were. She came back and said "I'm serious, I'll seperate you two and put you on different sides of the office".

Then I got a bit annoyed. She'd already made this girl cry today by telling her off for booking overtime last week (wtf?). You know when you plan an argument in your head? Well I worked the whole thing out. We would keep talking, she would come and say something, I would ask to speak to her in private, bringing the weeks figures in with me. Tell her that if she continued to treat me like a child she would have one less employee next week. You seperate 9 year olds for talking in class. We've done as much work as anyone else and besides, everyone else talks while they work. Most even spend a good portion of the night phoning home while they work. If you have a problem with someone's work you tell them and allow them to rectify it, not belittle them infront of their co-workers.

I'm not good at confrontation so I got myself pretty worked up thinking about it.

Then she went home and nothing happened.

Rimbaud III wrote:.....office car park.

This sounds like a place the cars go to play on the monkey bars while you're at work all day.

i went to a friend's place the other night to borrow her bass amp. when i got there she seemed a bit sad about something. her flatmate, a nice smiley guy who doesn't speak a word of english, was happy for some company and said he'd go get some beer. while he was out i got talking to friend about why she was feeling sad- her kitten had been missing for the last two days. a few minutes later her flatmate turns up with a big bag of beers and the lost kitten. friend was suddenly very happy. a few more friends who had been drinking in the park came over and we sat around drinking talking smoking for hours.