Over the long weekend

Well I took a long weekend because I felt like it.

I mean fuck these guys, Well i have to read the thousand emails I missed on friday.

Home time

Well its time to go home, I’ve managed to stop myself from killing anyone especially myself.
Yay!
Well I’m going to play some xBox and drink some beer.

15:27

ummm, fuck it

Yay Blogging

Well I have comments, thanks for taking the time to write. The reason I do this meaningless piece of shit job is I find myself in another country that I don’t live in full time.

I like the people I work with, it’s just the pieces of shit i have to deal with. I am currently living in one of the two worst countries to be in customer service, because the general population believes that “The customer is always right”.

To make matters worse for the first hour of my day, my dumb fuck of a supervisor sat next to me and a colleague to “assess practices” whatever the fuck that means.

Well now I have some time where nobody is looking over my shoulder I’m going to surk random shit on the net. So untill next time.

FUCK OFF

Fuck working late

So I’m stuck here at my shitty Job until nine o’clock and am seriously considering calling in sick tomorrow. I’m running out of things to google on the net, I have been through my blogs that I like to read. I’ll add some links for whoevers reading pleasure.

Geekologie

Gizmodo

and I also like to watch sxePhil on youtube, if I can be fucked I’ll add a link or embed a video.

Untill next post…. FUCK OFF

Stupid Day

So I decided to take some time and turn doing nothing at work into an art form. I have loaded movies onto my iPod touch and take extremely long toilet breaks, in which I watch said movies. I am currently working my way through “Knocked Up”, top movie by the way.

Obviously I have started this blog and am looking for other ways to waste time at work, I’m thinking of starting a Twitter, not that I’m entirely sure what that is.

If any of you have any suggestions,  send me a message or leave a comment rather and i’ll blog the results.

Back at Work.

Well it’s the day after St Patricks day and I’m back at work. Got a late start today which was good given that I had a few too many beers last night.
There is only one good thing about my job and that is access to the internet. I do the absolute bare minimum and while that may sound bad I don’t give a fuck, I get paid fuck all to listen to people who have no life whinge about the most trivial shit I have ever heard.
So fucking shut-up and leave me alone.

More to my day

Well as my shitty day continues I cant help but wonder what better I could be doing with my life, should I have been a doctor or something important like that? Na that would take far too much effort, instead I will sit here and complain about my crappy job.

It occurs to me that there are certain signs that you really hate your job, the first being, when I wake up in the morning, dreading the horrible day ahead, I do the math on whether I can afford to skip a day and how many sick days I can get away with.

Now that I’m writing this I realize that there is only 54 minutes left in my day, and it’s St Patrick’s day. I’m going to get drunk and fuck a leprechaun.

First time for everything!

Well I decided to blog. I’m not really sure what to blog about, perhaps how shitty my job is or how fucking ridiculous the weather in this country is (I’ll let you guess where I am).

Well I work in customer service and my day is filled with pieces of shit that claim that I constantly provide them with poor customer service, simply because I wont refund their money, never mind that fact that these people are only requiring a refund because they are too stupid to read their contract or pay their bill on time.

While I’m on the subject, where did tis stupid fucking notion of “The customer is always right come from”, I’ll tell you now that is bullshit, if the customer was in fact always right there would be no need for customer service.

So this goes out to all you whining bitches with nothing better to do than complain about $7, GO FUCK YOURSELF.