Random Rants
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Apparently our glorious overlords are now reconsidering their pay rise/ bonus fubar.
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Apparently our glorious overlords are now reconsidering their pay rise/ bonus fubar.
Don't annoy people who make bombs for a living! :o
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Apparently our glorious overlords are now reconsidering their pay rise/ bonus fubar.
That'd be fucking awesome!.. Just like me: from poor to slightly less poor!..
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No word on what and how much yet, should be tomorrow, apparently some "extra" money has been found. Papa needs some boots
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Bonus update! The regular bonus has been "capped", we had planned to spend it on…
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Tommy's Christmas present
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A few items for my winter wardrobe.
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Re-plastering the living room and hallway.
Now we can only afford 2 out of 3.....the living room looks fine as it is to me
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Two things:
- parking regulations still apply to you, even if you ride a motorcycle,
- no, you're not actually in the handicapped spot, but you're blocking the access to it, which is illegal, asshole.
I just helped a mother put her wheelchair bound son in a van- she couldn't get to the side door of the van because this prick blocked it.
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The good thing about a motorcycle doing that is that it's easy for a good citizen to move the thing, very roughly, out of the way.
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Being subjected to the X factor. Fuck this!!!!!!
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I drank like an eejit yesterday, resulting in a bad hangover… It's fading as we speak, but I did decide to ask my collegue to cover for me tomorrow morning.
It's a rant, cause I don't like skipping a workday unless I'm almost dying... I'll do the hours next week but still... I'm a dumbarse bastard son of a limping penguin.
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I drank like an eejit yesterday, resulting in a bad hangover… It's fading as we speak, but I did decide to ask my collegue to cover for me tomorrow morning.
It's a rant, cause I don't like skipping a workday unless I'm almost dying... I'll do the hours next week but still... I'm a dumbarse bastard son of a limping penguin.
I had a horrible hangover yesterday. Throwing up and cold sweats before a cab ride to the airport and a delayed flight is not the way you should ever spend your time while hung over.
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Throwing up: check. Cold sweats: check.
Beer now: check.
My GF's parents had a little dinner for me when I got to Toronto. They bought 3 bottles of wine for the night. I had literally one sip and couldn't drink anymore.
In a very thick Ukrainian accent, her mother asked me, "Why are you no drinking?" "Are you a hangover?"
Yes, I'm a hangover.
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Hah
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working as a teacher is a lot of work. the job doesn't stop once 3pm rolls around. That all being said, it's great! but FUCK!!!! i miss wearing denim daily. Soon i'll need to get me a denim jacket and wear it like i would wear jeans in my life as a student… I NEED SOME FADES IN MY LIFE!
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Packed some beers for a trade with a yank… Bombproof packaging... Added a lil extra bottle... Hauled it to the postoffice in the pouring rain... Clerk puts it on the scale: 5.1 kgs... 0-5 kg = 32.8 €, 5-10 kg = 65 €.
Took it back home, opened it up, took out the extra, closed it again, back to the PO in a bit.
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Today I got a letter from the local tax office. I go to school, don't have a real job, feck off. Dickheads.
