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Disturbing link of the day: Purity Balls. I'll just be over here, thanks. Ew!
Scene from the Call Centre Floor:
Disembodied Voice: "Doughnuts are here!"
Everyone: *SWARM*
We've got our priorities straight, yes. :D
Okay, I don't know what the hell is wrong with my ears (or possibly my brain), but I keep hearing this weird background noise that sounds like I left my iPod on or something--you know how sometimes you'll not switch a walkman or something off and it keeps playing, the way the music turns into this weird tinny sound you don't notice at first? Yeah, like that. WTF auditory hallucinations?
(Augh, co-workers talking about weddings! Two of them are getting married in the next few months, and dammit, people, you're younger than I am, you're not ready to get married, stop thaaaat!)
One more interview meme, ( from Knightette. )
One day, I will invent a functioning "Smite!" button for telephones and computers, and then I'll become filthy rich. Today, alas, is not that day.
*goes back to jobhunting*
Heh. It's War of the Songs over here, folks. Me vs. Annoying Co-worker, If The Kids Are United vs. Love Is In The Air. Two songs enter, one song leaves!
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Only 32 e-mails after three days off, and none of them of the "Oops, we screwed up, can you fix this?" variety. Perhaps I've finally managed to train people properly, yay!
Mum was still in bed when I left at 7:30, and she needs to get the 08:30 from Haymarket at the latest. I really hope she doesn't miss her flight, man.
In the continuing saga of Melle Turns Into A Grown-Up: Mum bought my a bunch of plants yesterday. Plants! Actual real live plants! Which I have to take care of and not kill somehow! O_O I've never had to take on this kind of responsability before!
Must get up early tomorrow to go and pick up the scanner cable/converter thingie. Argh. Stupid Royal Mail. HATE!
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ruby_fruit* Did I just verb the noun "sexpollen"? I do believe I did. Ah, English, is there any linguistic trick you can't do?
Going to try and catch up on LJ. Wish me luck.
wah! i don't want to be back at work whinge whinge grumble
( Amusing FreeCycle Ad Of The Day. )
(Oh, dear god. Someone sprayed a shitload of air freshener around the women's loos just before I got out of the stall (two stall, didn't see whoever it was that was in the other stall and presumably did the spraying) and I nearly choked. And I'm not usually that sensitive to this stuff, either. *gags* Great, now my clothes smell of loo freshener, and all I did was hurry out without even washing my hands. Christ, people!)
In The Real World is back from final beta, with just a few little kinks waiting to be ironed out, which means I'll be working on updating and revamping my website today. Er, yay? Also to do today/this week: character applications for a DnD Online game (... hush), making new/better icons (crap, er, elance, wibbble? I'm gonna need either my S:AaB DVDs back, or for you to make me a screencap or two.), That Secret Surprise Thingie I'm planning with Drew (not nearly as exciting as it sounds), and possibly at least getting an idea for this.
Oh, and also, that work thing. Right. Blah. Do I have to?
[ETA] I must not set my co-workers on fire, I must not set my co-workers on fire, I must not set my co-workers on fire, ... [/ETA]
GIP! Proving once again that ruby_fruit and I should really be kept away from each other.:D *whacks internet with stick, waits for porn to fall out* Feh. People need to get with the program and start writing stories according to my whims, dammit!
Oh, god, I'm going to kill my co-workers one of these days. We got an e-mail today from management asking us to log what we're doing that's not directly customer-related (and thus not logged in the logging system). My co-workers? Have been bitching about this for the last fifteen minutes. "Blah blah blah I'm tired of them checking up on us and blah blah blah micromanagingcakes," and the fact that they want this logged because otherwise they can't bill the client for our time, which they need to be able to do in order to, you know, pay us, doesn't seem to have occured to then, apparently. These people are supposed to be my age, but they're acting like a bunch of spoiled teenagers, and god.
Okay, to be fair, I've been out in the work force a fair bit longer than most of them, but still. Once you've reached the ripe old age of 25, you need to learn to stop bitching about this shit, consider that not everything management does is a personal slight against you, and grow the fuck up. Or at least stop bitching about it out loud, dammit--can't they get a livejournal like normal people? God.
(If they wanted to bitch about something, they cuold at least pick something worthwhile, like the moronic dress code or something.)
*shakes memory stick like a baby* Unhand my WiP, you knave!
Dear self: "escalatated" is not a word.
[ETA] Also, "slutty" and "affectionate" are not symonyms, not even when referring to drunk!Jayne. [/ETA]
Dear co-worker: If you must sing, couldyou at least stick to one song. So far, you've gone through Under the Bridge, La Vie En Rose, some Eighties kitch I can't remember now, It's a Wonderful, Wonderful Life, and several songs I didn't even recognise. Stop it.
Dear other co-workers bemoaning the lack of decent tea in Austria and Denver: Britishest conversation ever.
( TMI! )
[ETA2] DEAR BELGIANS/DUTCH PEOPLE: HELP! I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE DT RULES! *sobs, clings to native grammar* I DUN WANNA BE DUM!
... I need a nap like whoa![/ETA2]
I'm boooored. *pokes the internet* Somebody entertain meeee! I hate work. Haaaaate!
[ETA] I tried doing that "You know you're reading a story by me thing, and so far I've come up with:
- It's more than probably either slash, or pre-slashy gennishness;
- It will involve people who, canonically, either hate each other's guts, or don't have any actual interaction at all;
- Either that, or Weasleys and/or that Lee Jordan fellow;
- Woobification of Big Dangerous characters likely occurs;
- If it's het, it's creepy;
- It's dialogue-heavy;
- There's lots of attempts at wit, or at the very least lines that are all but jumping up and down, waving their arms and shouting "QUOTE ME OMG QUOTE MEEEE WHY WON'T YOU QUOTE ME I'M FUNNY AREN'T I?";
- There will be a decided lack of porn;
- If there is porn, it's all wannabe-literary;
- There's almost a year between the "start" date in the headers and when it's actually posted.
Anyone else wanna add something? :D [/ETA]
[ETA2] Oh, god. Today's Icon Of The Day:
So fucking true.
And why are my co-workers talking about "the real cheese"? I think perhaps I need to brush up on my French. o_O [/ETA2]
Link of the Day: Cutest Firefly fic I've read in a while. Kittens, people!
Heh. I've apparently gone invisible, as one of my co-workers just asked "Hey, where's Sofie, is she on holiday?" I'm right here, people! *pokes self to make sure I'm still corporeal and stuff* Yup, all here.
Speaking of corporeality (is that a word), there's been another fake LJ death, and I feel like I should reassure you all that a) I am, in fact, real, and b) in case I get run over by a bus or something tomorrow, there will be confirmation from local LJers, at least. I also left instructions for my parents to make sure people know what happened, so if I die, you'll know it's for real.
Oh, and sort of back on the subject of work (because that's all I really write about these days: work and porn, porn and work, and occasionally, a little crack), ( I rage. A lot. And irrationally. )
Also, GIP! Thanks, sparklebutch!
One of these days, I'm going to stuff my yarn down my co-workers's throats if they don't pipe the fuck down. *growls at them* (Yes, I'm being passive-agressive at them and coughing loudly whenever they start singing/yelling at each other again. I don't care. Fie on them I say!)
Link of the Day: From the people who brought you Laaaaaance in Spaaaaaace: Lance Bass sets self on fire over dildo. Ah, popslash. You just can't make this shit up, people!
Hey Firefly folks, can anyone rec me some nice Simon&Jayne friendship fics? (Yes, I am that desperate. Hush, dammit!) And while I'm on the subject, best Firefly icon ever:
From here, by sparklebutch. Bwah!
Dear co-worker: I know you mean well, and I know you think you're funny, but I meant it when I told you I don't take well to unexpected physical contact. You would't be the first one to narrowly avoid an elbow to the face, especially with how stressed I've been, lately.
Dear self: When checking out a co-worker's legs, it may be a good idea to be a little less obvious, if only to avoid collision with a door. *cough*
Also, some ( personal blathering. )
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Okay, one of my co-workers is eating some sort of candy and smacking her lips and basically annoying the crap out of me. There goes my appetite for today, ugh. Close your mouth, woman!
There will be more details of this in my knitting Lj soonish, including pictures, but I finished my gloves on the ferry home last Friday, and they're fabulous and warm and lovely and wheee! No more frozen fingers for me!
Conversation of the day:
Supervisor: *gets phone call* "Okay, we should be getting warm again any moment now, they've fixed the heating."
Everyone else: *rejoices*
Melle: "... The heating was broken?" *blinks owlishly* "Oh. I suppose that would explain why half the floor is wering jackets and gloves and stuff inside, wouldn't it?"
Supervisor: "Yes. yes, it would." *pats Melle on the head*
And yet people won't believe me when I say the gossip circuit passes me by. Heh. (I once didn't realise a co-worker was pregnant until she was like eight months along. And I recently found out that a former co-worker was gay, though in my defence, he'd explicitly mentioned a girlfriend to me, so I think that one's not really my fault. But still!)
I know there's a load of End Of Year memes going around, but I can't seem to be arsed to do one myself. Feh. I kind of just want to forget about 2005 as soon as I can, frankly.
Link of the day, part one: Boykissing ahoy! Not for the faint of heart or those on dialup, though I suggest you find a way to see it even if you are on dialup because so. much. pretty. Guh.
Link of the day, part two: 13. Do not attempt to put Warren on top of anything. The X-Mansion Rules do Christmas. Put down anything you might be drinking, first.
No porn today. Porn tomorrow. There's always porn tomorrow. (Sorry.) Instead: TWoP recaps, which are in some weirdly bizarre order for some reason. *pokes at them* But funny, and all about the Jayne/Simon/Mal Homoerotic Triangle Of DOOOOOOOM. (.... Sorry.)
Oh, and I found out, thanks to the recaps that that Alliance Bloke I Vaguely Recognised in Bushwhacked is Matt Fielding, aka The Gay Bloke On Melrose Place. (Yes, I used to watch Melrose Place. Obsessively, even. Shaddup, I was young and didn't know better. SHADDUP!)
[ETA] Okay, if my co-workers were any dumber, they'd be officially braindead. Can I trade them all in for Jayne? He may not speak French, but I'm pretty sure "Big, muscled and gun-totin'" is a universal language. Fuckers.[/ETA]
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Happy Saint Nicolas Day, everyone! *tosses chocolate and marzipan at friendslist*
Dear co-worker: Shut up. Argh. I swear, I normally like this girl, but today she's just setting my teeth on edge like you'd not believe. I'm all for some fun in the workplace, but my voice breaking while I'm on the phone with someone should not be cause for five minutes of uninterrupted giggline. Also, pipe down already, I'm trying to hear what people are saying, and it's hard enough already what with being deaf in one ear today. (Stupid ear infection.)
Clearly, I'm grumpy!Melle today. Don't mind me.
Oh, goddammit, a co-worker just strolled by whistling When I Need You and now it's in. my. head. and ARGH!
Okay, dorkage time. We've recently been getting daily reports on our call stats, totals of how many calls we've made the previous day, etc. I've pretty much consistently been in the top spot, and while I know this makes me incredibly lame, I get a huge kick out of that. (Yes, I'm competetive. Hush, you.) Yesterday was exceptional even for me, with 106 activities, which my supervisor congratulated me on, and the department head just e-mailed me to tell me what a great job I'm doing. *grin* And yes, maybe I take too much pride in a call centre job, but you know, I like this line of work, for some reason, and I like actually being productive. Yes, those six or so months of having very little to do but sit on my arse and surf all day were kinda fun, but boring, and I prefer knowing that I'm actually earning my paycheck.
(First Dutch-speaking person who makes a quip about living up to my name, dies, BTW. *glare*)
I hooold out my haaands and I touuuuch looove ...
Oh, boo, I won't be getting my Denise needles for another week at least! I e-mailed the woman running the shop I got them from, and her shipment of them is in customs and won't be with her until end of this week at the earliest. Bah! *sulks
Oh hey, Belgian slashers, do we want to arrange a get-together again or something when I'm over there?
And all that I sooooo wanna giiive youuu ...
I have a persistent headache and it's getting worse despite the painkillers. Grar. Need more coffee. And a cigarette. And possibly some sugar.
IT'S ONLYYYY A HEARTBEAT AWAAAAYYYYYY!
Irish bloke across the aisle is talking about how he's met Bono several times and DAMMIT PEOPLE THIS IS SO NOT THE TIME TO BE CALLING ME! *flail* Now I'm all sad that Irish Bloke is leaving today. I like his accent, and he's funny. (Now they're talking about JKR. I swear, everyone in this city has met the women except for me.) I need all the entertainment I can get, dammit!
I'm bored, and I somehow got roped into doing training for the new starts again, because I am apparently the local computer genius and I'm expected to be able to teach people how to work our logging programme. Er.
My NaNo mug has arrived! Now if only I had non-decaf coffee to drink from it. Feh. but still. Massive Novelist Mug Of DOOOOOOOM!
Today's Metro horoscope says:
A face like a wet night looking for a dry morning isn't going to get you anywhere, is it? A shift in attitude will bring incredible results. Be brighter.
Dear horoscope,
Bite me.
Toothily yours,
Melle
Amusing work anecdote of the day: one of the sales reps I'm in semi-regular e-mail contact with about a couple of cases is called Khan. My inner Star Trek dork is very amused by this and needs to be clobbered on a regular basis to avoid calling "KHAAAAAAAN!" at my computer screen while other people are trying to work.
Side note re: work, or rather, co-workers, sometimes I'm rather forcibly reminded why, while I like me co-workers well enough, I will never actually become friends with them. Quite apart from the whole "I didn't move to Scotland to hang out only with other expats" thing, some of them are just stupid. I just had to explain to Straight Guy what a placebo is, and the woman who sits next to me came into work this morning all wrapped up in a huge coat, hat, scarf, the works, and complains about being cold even in here, and meanwhile I keep having to bite my tongue before I tell her to buy a whole damn shirt if she's so cold. I mean, damn, woman. Of course you're gonna be cold if you can't even tuck in your shirt like a normal person and keep your body heat in!
In other news, by which I mean "news that is neither random minutiae from my work life, nor tedious TMI none of you want to hear," I see that wish list meme is doing the rounds again. I kind of want to do it, but on the other hand, I feel like it's too early to start thinking about Christmas. OMG it hasn't even been St Nicholas Day yet, you heretics! On the other other hand, I think my parents are about to start hinting that I need to make a wish list already, as well, so I might as well take the opportunity to put all the things I can't ask them for (I am not asking my parents for porn!) on my LJ wish list.
Fannish ramblings of the day: Everyone's heard of the twit that went to see GoF as a reviewer and complained that it was too dark, right? Because she'd apparently been living under a rock since 2000, and quite obviously enver read the books or saw the previous movies--I mean, yeah, GoF is darker than the previous movies, but what this woman was expecting was, apparently, "[a] couple of hours of child wizards casting spells, some japery involving flying broomsticks, a few owls and maybe some humorous interludes with a green elf."
Some people, honestly. I bet she felt cheated that the end of Return of the King was such a letdown. (I mean , I didn't think it was a letdown, but then I rather enjoy having my heart ripped out and watching Peter Jackson do a little jig on it. And wow, mental image there. ANYWAY!)
My hands are freezing off over here, augh! *sticks hands up friendslists's shirts to warm them* Er.
[ETA] I just got spam from Ron Jeremy. My day is made![/ETA]
Good: My NaNo order arrived, yay!
Bad: It only has the shirt and book in it, not the mug, which I just checked that I definitely paid for (and that's not mentioning the difference in shipping costs that adding the mug made. I am not very pleased. Grar. And it's not likely I'll actually get my mug, now, because they're sold out now, and anyway, I wouldn't be getting it until after NaNo, now, so what's the use?
*sulks*
Dear co-worker: perhaps you would be less freezing cold if you'd wear an entire shirt and jumper. You know, the kind that actually cover your stomach? *eyeroll*
Using my friendslist as a research tool again: any of you knitters know a nice (free) triangular shawl pattern that would work well with a sort-of-bumpy thinnish yarn? (Yeah, I know, that helps so much. It's the blue yarn in these pictures.) ( Also, progress on the scarf. )
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