MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Merry Christmas to the two people who read this blog! I love the holidays, mostly because I get to avoid my most hated activity (Work) and engage in my most beloved ones (Drinking, sleeping and spending quality time with my PC). Expect an epic tale to unfold just after New Years, big party's planned with many highjinxs and douchebaggery!

Idiots

As much as I hate customers, and make no mistake, they drive me crazy, they kind of grow on you after a while. You come to expect retardation and fantastic requests for white ink and "Hard Drive glue" (What the hell?) and when you come across a normal person, it's a little disappointing.

I've started a new game to keep me occupied at work. I like to imply that I've found pornographic material on the PC in question and see what the reactions will be. So far I've seen horror, denial and, my favorite, No shit! I love it when the dude comes in with his wife and I say "It looks like the virus got into your machine when someone browsed to some...funny sites". That's all it takes. The dramatic pause before funny, the wink, it just plants that little seed of doubt.

i love my job

Friday

I was having an awesome day. The shop is quiet, I've knocked out HEAPS of internal work I had to do, it's Friday and I got paid. What could ruin this? Fucking customers. A hag I fixed a website for hasn't paid a bill that's two months outstanding. Why? Her emails weren't set up the right way. This would be fine, except that I set it up THE WAY SHE FUCKING TOLD ME TO!

I did everything to the instructions I was given, I went down to her shop to explain that we can't fix her email issue, that she needs to spend ten minutes on the phone with her ISP to fix it, and what does she do? Waits two months, two fucking months, before refusing to pay and complaining about the exact thing I explained to her. I don't understand, I busted my ass getting her shit working, and she gives me stick about it when I explained how to fix it? Ow, my brain.

How can someone could be some fantastically moronic and still manage to breathe?

Paaaarty

Everyone has one, the one friend that is a deadly force when drunk and transforms you into some kind of drunken, fighting, stealing hurricane. For me, this it was Luke ( he has since moved back home, party's just aren't the same). Under his tutelage I went from a quiet drunk to Force 5 hurricane.

example:

We were at a party in Papamoa when the host of the party told came over and started taking to us. By this stage in the night, t was just me and Andrew still conscious. Tim was throwing up, Luke was smashing things and Eli was I don't know where. I don't remember to much but what stands out is when he said we were all good, gesturing to me and Andrew, but our friends were shit and we had to leave. I was drunkly trying to apologise when he did something stupid: he told me to shut up. Normally, I would have complied and felt embarrased. Fuck that. This prick is going to pay. I did something unforgiveable, something heinous...

I stole his TV remote.

Passive agressive. Nice. I wish I could say I punched him in the sack and burnt his house down but sadly, I just stole his remote. And a pillow. And broke the TV. And toilet.

We ended the night by going to a playground, drunk as skunks at 3am, swimming in a fountain and fighting the swings for being too loud.

I love going to Papamoa.

Cone Game

I invented a game. A wondrous game. The Cone Game. You get points for placing cones in unique places, taking photos and uploading them to the Cone Game group in facebook. Photos are judged on creativity, difficulty and execution (final product, staging etc) you get extra points if you are in the picture.