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09:40 / 21.12.05

Ahh, the last half an hour of my working year is trickling slowly down the drain. I'm tired and woozy from watching Tron into the wee hours last night. But it doesn't matter. School's out forever! Or at least for the next few weeks. All I need to do now is make it through these final endless minutes, and what better way to do that than a big pile of steaming conciousness dumped onto the Work Shift thread like the product of an over-fed puppy.

I'm going to try and learn basic Chinese Mandarin next year, that ought to be fun. It was going to be Japanese, but the Chinese course is cheaper and nearer. So it goes.

I've eaten waaaaay too many mince pies in the last few days. How was I to know no-one else in the lab likes them? How? Well, asking would have been an idea I suppose.

No more pies for you! Bad Scientist!

Ahh, time to go! Away to buy the last of the presents, and then to the gym to combat Christmas lethargy and pie retention! Perhaps tonight will bring carols and monkey paratroopers.

One can only hope.

Away I go!

12:56 / 21.12.05

Last day of hard work was yesterday and for the next three days I have to turn up and look like I'm doing something, so I can go to Christmas lunches with colleagues today and Friday. Had intended to nip off early today and go to the gym, packed my bag and everything, but can't move for cheery colleagues moving furniture and being a pain in the butt. Sneaky manoeuvre of premature egress unlikely. Plus, am full of turkey-and-stuffing pizza from gourmandising earlier.

The Big Boss is already on her holidays, fercry sake, but has nevertheless come in to "catch up". I may have to set off a fire alarm to gain my freedom.

13:51 / 22.12.05

Boooored.

Loomis finished up for Christmas at lunchtime and is tarting round town doing interesting things (I assume), while I'm stuck here.

I've done all my work (well, all I can be arsed with) and now I'm just reading barbelith and hunting for haggis.

Anyone doing anything interesting?

14:00 / 22.12.05

I'm trying to motivate myself to finish Feminism and Method: Ethnography, Discourse Analysis and Activist Research whilst dying my hair and eating a mince pie. Earlier there was a face pack and little light data coding. You may have gathered that I'm 'working from home' today. It is very hard to keep up the enthusiasm, but today is last day for a while. Tonight may be a get drunk night....

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

14:02 / 22.12.05

Just managed slightly more Christmas shopping than yesterday... by which I mean I bought Lilly and her daughter's presents (and at the back of my mind is the nagging suspicion that they both already have this stuff)... I still have so many to buy, though. And at some point in the next hour or so myself, Mono and the boyfriend-in-law are heading to the (scary! scary! ESPECIALLY SCARY AT CHRISTMAS!!!) West End to meet Mordant and Lurid... maybe when I get home, horribly drunk, I'll try to put up the decorations I bought on Tuesday but haven't taken out of the bag yet.

Maybe.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

14:14 / 22.12.05

(Bear in mind yesterday's Christmas shopping consisted of being unreasonably frightened of the length of queues and sitting in the pub all day reading Dhalgren- for which I blame Lilly- she it was who told me many years ago it was the best book ever. So far- about half-way through- I see no reason to doubt this judgment).

11:19 / 26.12.05

Back on now until Wednesday, if I had one message this christmas it would be 'Don't bet, it's a mugs game' especially on Boxing Day, bashdurds why aren't they out taking long walks in the countryside. Think I'm going to go get some food before I start punching myself in the face to see if that still hurts.

09:47 / 27.01.06

Oh sweet lord, I am at work and I am *so* bored I think I might've slipped into a coma. I'm so bored that, when I just tried to empty my hole punch of all the little paper circles and spilt them on the floor, I actually sat next to the bin and picked them all up, one by one, just to kill some time. I'm so bored that I've already spent an hour talking with my fellow work-victims about what we should have for lunch (bagels or chips from the chippy?). I'm so bored that I think I've actually read *the whole* of the internet and there is nothing left to see or do anywhere in the whole world.

Oh help me. And the first person to say that only boring people get bored....well....just don't.

10:10 / 27.01.06

10:56 / 27.01.06

I don't mind being bored so much if I'm skiving or have nothing to do. But I have been imprerssively productive today, achieving great things despite this piece of work being of spirit-crushing dreariness.

I have been postponing this chore repeatedly until I am now bang up against the deadline. So I beaver RayWinstonly away. But it just gets more and more soul-shrivelling with every sentence. There must a big ass psychic vampire hiding under my desk.

Fuck it! I'm off to the Turkish place down the road for a kebab for lunch. With any luck I'll be killed by sniper fire or mown down by a chubby child on a speeding trike and never have to return to the quintessence of tedium here.

Oh look, there's the Nile.

11:51 / 27.01.06

Though I am generally bored and therefore up for a long and unproductive workshift on Barbelith unfortunately my boss is on to me and I can now only post at lunchtime. This is teh suck.

12:51 / 27.01.06

My boss is in Newcastle. So is his boss. I am the boss. We had chips and wine for lunch.

Am I not a fine boss?

Still bored though, but now warmly, pleasantly, ruddy-cheeked-ly bored.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

12:55 / 27.01.06

Knackered. Stayed up all night watching "Tribulation Force", the wonderfully-titled second movie in the trilogy based on the wondefully dire Left Behind novels, and drinking beer. Just got back from taking puppy to Hackney Marshes, with Lilly's exuberant dog and a couple of mentalist Schnausers (along with a very sedate older dog who nonetheless still managed to be fairly hectic) and now I think I need a bit of a lie-down.

13:09 / 27.01.06

It's been a long old day, but at least the cell infection went okay this morning. Nothing more frustrating than spending half an hour trying to dislodge a monolayer of cells from the inside of a roller bottle when the buggers are still alive. You resemble an electrocuted cocktail maker.

Only another forty minutes or so to go and I'm outta here. Off to help with the organisation of a surprise B-day for one of my friends tonight. I can't wait to see his little face when we sing Happy Birthday to him, with our pirate hats on.

Garr! Whoever threw someone a ninja-themed surprise birthday party huh?

lord nuneaton savage

14:01 / 27.01.06

Such a quiet day I have never known.

No phones ring.

No orders are taken.

Snow falls lightly outside (but far too lightly to get excited)

I am bored.

But, on the plus side I have a beer in my hand (now there's a work innovation I can't get enough of BEER O'CLOCK!) and I have had email contact with members of Comets on Fire and Plastic Crimewave. Pretty good all over.

And it's FRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAY.

14:11 / 27.01.06

My boss's voice
drills into my head.
My resistance cracks
like a weary tooth.
Drill, drill, drill.
Screech, scrape, clonk.
Volume knob broken,
melted and cracked, smashed
like my mind.

lord nuneaton savage

14:13 / 27.01.06

OOOOH! I've just recieved an email from Savoy books saying they liked my CD! Apparently it reminds them of Hawkwind! I am now wearing a big chufty mc'chufty badge with a picture of me giving a thumbs up and wearing a buzzby on it.

Sorry, not really that boring a day after all.

Spyder Todd 2008

16:57 / 27.01.06

Spyder's Work Journal... 1/27/06

been at work... three hours. five more to go. no customers when I want them, nothing but customers when I don't...
can't write. tried. failed. mind numbed from office exposure...
it's all I can do to reread webcomics I read over a year ago.

must go on... must go on...

17:35 / 27.01.06

Tjank God Almighty today is FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10:49 / 31.01.06

Tuesdays can be a real pain in the nethers can't they? I'm sitting at my desk in the lab crunching though a stack of old records that each need the same sheet re-written out and faxed off to bloody QA.

But more important things are on my mind today, as it's nearly my birthday (next Wednesday since you ask). My family units have clubbed together to get me a rather spiffing present. A Chilean Rose tarantula, something I've quite fancied owning since looking after one for a friend last year.

So...what do I name this little killing machine? Any suggestions people?

Spyder Todd 2008

14:18 / 31.01.06

Tuesday's are a real pain in the ass because Tuesday is senior citizen day. I will never ever feel like aging past 75, because I see what that does to these old buggers every week. I know that's a tad horrible of me to say, but I at once feel pity for them and simultaneously they annoy me to no end. Alas. I guess that makes me a bad person.

I kind of think the tarantula's name should be Ahriman. There's nothing like a Zoroastrian demon to keep your enemies in line.

Mon Oncle Ignatius

14:31 / 31.01.06

So...what do I name this little killing machine? Any suggestions people?

Can I suggest "Killax"? A lovely portmanteau word which combines "Kill" and "Chillax".

09:00 / 08.02.06

Argh, so bloody bored. I've been alphabetising thousands of named postcards for the past five fucking days, and I'm starting to go a bit mental. I work in a college, and we have quiet periods between exams... I'm so bored, I feel like crying. Not fun.

And some stupid stupid woman just came on the radio requesting Will Young. ARGH!! What the hell? Why ask for something that is playlisted three times a bloody day?!

Not even Superman can cheer me up. Might have to change my PC background to a Batman pic, see if that makes me any happier. Make me happy barb. How shit is your job at the mo?

15:57 / 13.02.06

Well that's put a giant monkey in the circus tent and injected sex hormones into it's big red rump.

Stuck at work waiting for some bloody gunk to pump into one of the vessels. Whirr, whirr, whirr. Yes I can hear you you aggravating device. Stop trying to get me to pay attention.

More rambling arse-ness on the work shift Evil? Why yes I think I may indulge a little.

The spider is called Marla by the way, after the character in the book/film "Fight Club".

Pretty, poisonous little female who's actually nowhere near as nasty as you think by the end of the film.

Half way down, ooh I can barely contain myself.

Currently weighing up whether or not to go to the gym after this hiatus to my evening. I probably ought to, seeing as I did my usual Week of Sloth to celebrate my birthday last week, which involved fried egg sandwiches and plenty of ale but very little in the way of actual exercise.

Probably going to get home just before Smallville kicks off, so I'm unlikely to get any writing done until after that. Still, I can't stay mad at Smallville (no matter how variable it's quality). Everyone's just too damn pretty.

16:17 / 13.02.06

By god, I'm bored. Only about 10 minutes to go, though.

However, I have basically no food in the house, so I may have to trudge to the local Tescos. Joy!

07:44 / 14.02.06

I got to work ten minutes ago and am already bored.

Should I find a new job?

Or should I just accept the fact that everyone is always bored at work, and find a way of staying here, reading novels, and making it look like work?

I've been scraping paint of a sellotape dispenser for the last few days, so there's always that.

Or I could make a paper clip chain.

12:26 / 25.08.06

You know, if you were all camels it wouldn't matter to me. I'd still let you wear my hat.

You...you know that don't you?

08:13 / 28.08.06

Anyone else having to endure work today? It's a Bank Holiday here in the UK yet I find myself trapped in the lab with only an industrial centrifuge for company. Bah. Every other bastard is off down the pub I bet.

Still, I'm introducing my shiny new ladyfriend to the Cohen Brothers tonight by way of "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?" so that's something to look forward to.

08:53 / 28.08.06

Looks like you're on your own working today, Evil S. They must all be down the pub... no bank holidays here in Aus though, so we're here to support you! Having said that, it's 8pm here so I've got a glass of wine in my hand, just wondering what to have for diner...

11:46 / 28.08.06

Sorry to hear that ES. I'm in Scotland but my firm keeps english bank holidays, so I'm not at work but lots of other people are which is somehow more satisfying.
I'm just on-line to check if the newly refurbished Kelvingrove Museum is open and if it is I'm going to spend the afternoon there.
Having checked, they are but only till 4, so I better get my skates on.

Elijah, Freelance Rabbi

13:11 / 28.08.06

I am sitting at my desk enjoying the deflation that comes after the busy rush around the first week of the fall term.

Now I am free to slack again.

09:33 / 01.11.06

Did you know you have to report it if you run over a badger?

I haven't done that by the way. But y'know it's important to know.

Okay chimps, telepathy test. What card am I thinking of?

pointless & uncalled for

09:39 / 01.11.06

No need to report running over a badger outside of a residential area. If it was residential then call the appropriate local authority and someone will come around and scrape the carcass off the road so that the wee little kiddies won't play with it.

You're thinking of American Express, card number 4585 6537 5542 8567 expiry date 05/08, last three digits of the security code on the back are 912. The signature is a little faded and you're wondering if you have enough left on your credit limit to buy that whirling death machine you've always wanted.

09:45 / 01.11.06

Actually it was Fog of Gnats (1/1 Flying, Regenerate).

But NOW I'm thinking about whirling death machines.

Stop transmitting! I'm being subsumed! Thinking...disingenuous thoughts!

Ooh, dirty.

18:08 / 02.11.06

I'm at work, and just spent a happy twenty minutes sorting out a red direct damage deck, for toasting your gnats with ES. Oh look...

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