tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67735262012-02-16T22:51:12.052+10:30Guitarboyapathy, sarcasm and a lot of bitchingMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-85473813903490517772007-08-29T21:01:00.000+09:302007-08-29T21:45:50.412+09:30i tunes, you tunesHaving relented to buying music from itunes (due to a gruelling work schedule that means getting to work in the dark, spending most of the day in the dark and leaving in the dark leaving little time for those fun flicks through the record shop, then the not so fun paying for it when you realise just how much stuff costs these days) it's kinda fun. There are so many albums that Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-91440905011564953472007-07-21T18:09:00.000+09:302007-07-21T19:26:09.521+09:30That's what friends are for...or...suckerI am going to get "sucker" tattooed on my forehead, backwards so I can read it. Has been rather the tumultuous week with friends and colleagues, mostly because they are so closely linked. I am feeling really hurt by one of my work friends, again. She had a rather eventful night last night which ended up with her losing some time and location. The first Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-21448976329674143472007-05-11T20:51:00.000+09:302007-05-11T21:29:40.296+09:30Fully Sick!I have a staff member who is always sick. I mean always. She gets every disease, sniffle or malady going. And moans continuously about it. I am fond of a whinge, sick or not sick, but i like to think I inject some humour into it. Whenever a cold strikes I make sure my affairs are in order and spend quality time with the cats just in case I don't pull through. Miss Ivy tires of Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-22706924869503668462007-05-09T20:58:00.000+09:302007-05-09T21:26:09.617+09:30ok, this desk thing is getting out of hand. I had a report to vet today and had to do it on my laptop. Not computing style but old school, pencil and ruler. As a consequence my laptop was covered in pencil because i would go out of the lines. My entire work area has been reduced to the side of a Vaio!Plan is to "unemploy" a not so productive staff member tomorrow. Then I can put Driftchick Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-10466621792395290872007-05-02T20:00:00.000+09:302007-05-02T21:09:08.605+09:30Big ups to mermaid girl and lil Mister on their new addition, we are looking forward to meeting the little frog. Also to Seagreen for making the trip up to perform auntie duties.I'm having a whole half week off drinking, I actually swore off drinking forever on Saturday morning. I didn't feel too bad until I got into work and had to talk to people. Didn't even feel that drunk. A very wise Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-80724017115014144382007-04-15T21:18:00.000+09:302007-04-15T21:46:11.361+09:30Apparently you can now blog in hindi, well bugger me. What's next, French?Alright, mermaidgrrl you got your blog. So there's one less of us in the phone book now. Not that there were that many to begin with.Have been thinking about all this stuff this weekend. I am going to enter the competition to programme rage, it may be the closest i ever get to being a rockstar! I can picture myself Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1169552109869239702007-01-23T21:18:00.000+10:302007-01-23T22:05:09.906+10:30Well bugger me, it's been 6 months to the day since my last blog. Yeah I know, difficult 2nd posting and all of that. I'm not sure if i can top the artistic/comic genuis of my last whinge about my job.Cliff notes; 1) playing netball for work team, go team. May make the finals if i can figure out the rules. We actually keep winning games. I do look hot to trot in a white polo shirt and blue Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1153656870249051302006-07-23T21:18:00.000+09:302006-07-23T21:44:30.270+09:30Now it all makes sense......During the week i scored about 50 text messages going back about 3 months, hence my last of communicado with absent friends....Milly- love to do the gig, Auntie B- football good, where were you thinking. Must apologise for general slackness in communication in general, life has taken over a little bit.I have been interviewing potential applicants (that makes no Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1136972024190197832006-01-11T19:17:00.000+10:302006-01-11T20:03:44.226+10:30The 3 B'sIn the motor trade which i am somehow unable to extricate myself from there is a general rule for dealing with clients. This rule is known as the 3 B's. I didn't build it, I didn't buy it. I didn't break it. Recently I have been noticing a disturbing trend where clients try to tell ME what to do. That's not quite how it works. Especially with warranty. Follows is an explanation of Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1136887341746473812006-01-10T19:46:00.000+10:302006-01-10T20:32:21.793+10:30Back In BlackListening to; Liz Phair, fuck off all of you who are rolling eyes. She's great, frank, tuneful and she plays a blonde Fender Mustang with tortiseshell pickguardFeeling; Kinda full/ Kinda empty. Salad roll for lunch, some misguided health kick. Quiche for dinner, health kick temporarily suspended. oh and 2 stellas to take the edge off the day.Career; Stationary.Band; Rockin, Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1098076734998740842004-10-18T13:39:00.000+09:302004-10-18T14:48:54.996+09:30I have decided:
I am going to become a music critic, since i am already doing at as an amateur am i may as well get paid for it!
I am not going to work as much as i do, at work.
Workmates are not friends, they are being nice to make their jobs easier. It's a lesser form of prostitution, although some do cross that line. No one in particular in mind......... no it's not one of you.
Ricky Lee Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1093403876261562752004-08-25T12:27:00.000+09:302004-08-25T12:47:56.260+09:30as i start my climb into "middle management" i am astounded by the number of, quite plainly, fucking idiots i come across!
The ratio of "chiefs" to "indians" is severly skewed. The company we represent has whole departments devoted to absolutely nothing at all, just writing useless policy and contradicting themselves.
I hate seeing on the news that people are losing their jobs due to cutbacks Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1092714980944346232004-08-17T12:50:00.000+09:302004-08-17T13:26:20.943+09:30Roll up a joint, we're gettin the band back together.
Oh yes, get your earplugs ready, the worlds loudest and crappest band are hitting the road again. For one night only at the Territorian Hotel, the creaps will rock your world and damage your ears. We had to change the name so the bass player we booted out wouldn't see we reformed without him. We have actually been practicing and listening Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1091412047104104762004-08-02T10:50:00.000+09:302004-08-02T11:30:47.103+09:30Forgive me reader for i have sinned, it's been ages since my last blog.
I agree with MissJ and Bsharp, it's hard to blog, communicate with people or generally stay in the loop when you spend all day staring at a screen.
There has been a bit happening in our little country town. We are almost finished renovating room #2. We are getting the routine sorted out. Miss H likes to paint, i like to Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1088399054654126562004-06-28T13:01:00.000+09:302004-06-28T14:34:14.653+09:30Brown Bread
"we're all gonna die someday, lord, we're all gonna die someday"
Got the news this morning that a colleague crashed his bike and died yesterday. Sad, had a young family and was, bad cliche i know, full of life. Happened up near Clarendon on a notorious bend, i have had the odd wobble up there.
It's very subdued here today even though he didn't work here we all knew him well and Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1087787005489370822004-06-21T07:55:00.000+09:302004-06-21T12:33:25.490+09:30It's Not Rocket Science.
The ancient Romans had plumbing, the idea that water doesn't run uphill is not a new one. Unfortunately that idea musn't have been in the trade school textbook for the plumbers that did our stormwater. On Saturday, in the pissing rain, I was out there clearing the drains only to discover that the nimrods have decided to defy the laws of physics and run the drains Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1086844520234159502004-06-10T14:35:00.000+09:302004-06-10T14:45:20.233+09:30Head soundtrack.
mix between:
The new Kylie song (very breathy and smooth like sex when you're trying to impress)
Hillary Duff (feels like being 12 again, without the pimples and slightly more awkward)
and the Darkness (that falsetto gets me everytime)
I'm having one fucked up day. Between that and 2 iced coffees and a can of coke i'm hyper.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1086820590547626502004-06-10T07:38:00.000+09:302004-06-10T08:06:30.546+09:30Tired.
what a week at work it has been and there's one more day to go. God save the queen for giving us monay off work. Bless her socks.
We are going almost 24hrs here at the minute. The routine of sleep/work/sleep/work is becoming a bit of a grind.
We had the best fog here this morning, really thick and wet. It's cool to be driving to work and looking out over the city and not being able Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1086070128908447982004-06-01T15:09:00.000+09:302004-06-01T15:38:48.906+09:30The View From The Service Desk.
Here's today's thoughts:
The corporate tree is an oleander: By all means try to climb but wash your hands afterwards.
Every action has an equal and opposite....: Demand something from someone and they are more likely to not give it you. I think this is why women (some) get what they want. They just ask, not demand or insist, just ask. Batting eyelids and Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1085975610186572042004-05-31T10:05:00.000+09:302004-05-31T13:23:30.186+09:30The Sleep Of The Righteous.
How good was My Restaurant Rules last night. That fuckin Greek idiot was totally shattered when he lost "his" restaurant. Even the cries of "Go Melbourne" were choked with the snot of a loser. There was much debate on the couch as to who deserved to win. My vote went to Perth because they were a good team. It was great to see justice done!!
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1085364462978607132004-05-24T11:02:00.000+09:302004-05-24T11:37:42.976+09:30When the cats out of town the rats get down OR Is it hometime yet.
The boss is "working from home" today. Does that mean he's in his dressing gown and watching springer on cable or he's actually suited up at his desk fielding calls and making those important decisions like, we need a sign in the kitchen to remind everyone to put their dishes in the dishwasher? He loves to laminate, my boss.
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1084505348744660922004-05-14T11:56:00.000+09:302004-05-14T12:59:08.743+09:30Our house is a mini version of the block.
We are renovating, i repeat we are renovating. Run for you lives.
I kind of enjoy it, you're up the ladder applying No More Gaps to the cornices and singing(though i was told it sounded like whistling) along to the latest Green Circles album, gives a man time to think about life...... and how you wish you could take the life of the dolt who applied the Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1083820813977603572004-05-06T13:30:00.000+09:302004-05-06T14:54:40.060+09:30Ahhh the post moving brain fade.
we moved all our worldly possessions on saturday, driving the truck was way fun!
No breakages apart from my Fender Twin amp is playing up now. Fingers crossed it's nothing too serious.
Cat is settling in to a bad routine of sleeping all day and partying all night.
We are both tired and looking forward to the weekend (girl not cat)
Housewarming TBA.
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1082513779287646732004-04-21T11:29:00.000+09:302004-04-21T11:51:20.000+09:30fuck work.
fuck clients.
fuck my retard of a boss, you know who you are.
fuck the dickheads who sit within 2 feet south of me but are oblivious to any goings on in my wind tunnel of an office.
fuck my paperwork forever blowing off my desk.
fuck every second wednesday when the insult of a pay slip finds it's way onto the huge pile of shit on my desk.
fuck my desk.
love the old couple in my waitingMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1082337756641981172004-04-19T10:23:00.000+09:302004-04-19T10:56:39.106+09:30Hi ho, Hi ho it's off to work we go.
Ahh monday morning and the office is full of the buzz of what we all did on the weekend. Conversation turns to footy and drinking (we are in the motor trade after all). Yes i did get mildly drunk but not too unruly on the weekend but i don't wish to share that with the idiots i work with. Actually this morning i wish they weren't here. I would get so much Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1081994696172974872004-04-15T11:23:00.000+09:302004-04-15T11:39:10.263+09:30well we are on the move. We have bought a house in the hills and are gearing up for the move.
Was doing some packing and tidying last night in preparation and listening to Juiliana Hatfield. Kind of got me thinking, what happened to that bunch of people that were around in my later high school years. Evan Dando, Juiliana, Babes In Toyland, Nick Dalton and all of those other "angsty" people.
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1081929635993158682004-04-14T17:28:00.000+09:302004-04-14T17:34:32.263+09:30man, you need to be some kind of friggin computer nerd to do all this stuff. Have chewed about 5 pens to destruction trying all this html stuff and adding links and comments. It never looked this hard!! I thought this stuff must be easy. Hopefully now with all my new found computer skills i'm a little closer to free porn forever.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773526.post-1081908739977118992004-04-14T11:22:00.000+09:302004-04-14T11:46:15.750+09:30Woah! here i am yada yada (does everybody do this post as their first blog?)
I want you all to know that this will be the lamest, most boring, least frequently updated, most boring and lamest blog in the history of blogging. Now we've got that straight we can proceed.
Thought i should start a blog cause everyone else is, kind of like smoking really. now i have a pack a day habit.
I guess it's Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01265533152460957347noreply@blogger.com0