Pinch my nipples!
February 28, 2008
So it seems that I’m going to be staying here. No quitting today. I’m probably going to be here for another 2 months atleast. They are kicking me out of my office and I can’t quit. Damn them!
When my boss comes over to tell me himself that he wants me evacuating the office I should start screaming:
“PINCH MY NIPPLES! Pinch my nipples! Quick! Pinch my nipples!”
He’ll then probably freak out and ask me why I’m saying that. And the answer will be:
“BECAUSE, I LIKE TO HAVE MY NIPPLES PINCHED
WHEN I’M BEING SCREWED!!”*
Seriously, here, I get screwed over and over more than a blind, peg-legged, 1 rupee whore in a Bombayan brothel.
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Speaking of nipples, where did all you boobs go? A simple web address change and you all disappear. Wow, you’d all suck at a scavenger hunt – can’t even follow a link, trying to follow clues would probably make your brains explode.
I’ll make it easy for you today, JUST – CLICK – THE – BLUE – WORDS. OKAY?
YOU UNDERSTAND? CLICK. OKAY?
Who’s a good boy? Who? Who? YOU ARE! Good boy!
I like boobies – For Chirp (I may have posted this before), which reminds me: Chirp if you ever go to Slider Station take a look at the diagram of the engine drawn on the wall and look at the last word on the bottom. I put it there just for you!
Audiko – Want a specific section of a song for your ringtone? For those of you that are tekmologically incapable, Audiko is for you.
Barrack Obama is Your New Bicycle
Restroom Poetry -Read this one
Stuff White People Like – Lol , So true!
I will now end this post with the coolest mini-retarded video:
WTFWJD?
February 20, 2008
Ahhhh….. there’s nothing like cutting short my beauty sleep to get to work at 7.30 in the morning and have people try to fuck me over.
Trying to fuck me over:
All of you that have been following my random adventure since the beginning (Original TCOR) know how I didn’t have my own desk until 8 months into this shitfest that passes for a job. So, anyway, my unithead calls me in this morning and tell me that our boss wants me to leave the office I’m in, because they’re hiring somebody else who’s going to sit there. And then he shows me the email he (not me) got from our boss . Ummm… yeah…..lovely.
I’m surprisingly zen about it. I guess I’m completely used to the shit that they pull around here that it doesn’t faze me anymore. I just said “Ahhhh….ok….we’ll see what happens…. thanks for letting me know”.
Now, I’m contemplating my next move. I don’t want to be rash and mess things up like the Rafeeq incident (incident & result). I’m consulting others on how to approach this delicate situation before I taking action. Advise me readers! Advise me!
And oh yeah, remember all the confirmation shit I went through, I thought it was over. Well, it seems I was wrong. I just found out that I’m still registered as a trainee here, my boss apparently didn’t bother with the paperwork. How messed up is that?
This place rivals ‘2girls1cup‘*. It’s shitty, messed up, and just plain wrong.
*The link attached is just a wiki article explaining the video, not the actual video (which I was duped into seeing yesterday).
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Now, lets watch a cute dog lick your screen clean
Its quite possible I put this up before: Bunny suicides
I’m not in the mood to put up more links for you. I have some decision making to do. The grave insult of evicting me from my office may be grounds for my resignation….. Is this it? Could this be the end of my run here, finally? Tune in tommorow – Same Bat-time! Same Bat-Channel!
*Dananannannanananananananaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*
Meow
February 19, 2008
I’ve always had little sound effects that come out of me unexpectedly. For a while it was the yoshi yell “awawawawa”. Then it became “3abut”. Now, I meow. It’s becoming a problem because people find it strange that I meow when I fall down. The other day I meowed at a waitress to get her attention for the cheque. I don’t mean to do it. It just happens. Its my way of saying ‘Oi’ or ‘Ow’. I really have to change it. It’s not that big a deal when nobody knows what you’re saying. But meowing is pretty recognizable.
Anyway, meowing is the least of my problems. My job still sucks balls. And to make it worse HR is screwing me over in terms of my leave and I can’t say anything about it in fear of retribution. I’m seriously contemplating quitting, even if it means sitting at home. I thought that I could push through another year of this shit, but I’m reconsidering that now. Should I really suffer through this kind of crap just so I can put it on some stupid MBA application? An MBA I’m not even sure I want…
I need some clarity. Fooled by my optimism I thought that, with time, clarity would come on its on. I was told (by an adamant fan of ‘The Secret’) that, if I was positive and patient, the universe would bring me everything I want. Shrouded by desperation I felt the need to believe. So I did, reluctantly, for a while.
But as a hopeless realist, ‘belief’ and ‘faith’ doesn’t come easily to me. In a world where millions kill in the name of ‘faith’, my realism protects me from the wolves dressed in Sheppard’s clothes who herd desperate sheep to slaughter. Usually, my realism reflects my bravery. I’m brave enough to believe in ideas that are unconventional, even blasphemous. But the things I trust in make sense. They don’t require ignorance of fact.
But my realism that pushes me to reject believing in the goodness of the universe comes from fear. I’m afraid that I’m just wasting my time. I’m afraid that its not going to work. I’m afraid that I’m being stupid. If you believe in something that might be untrue because you need to does that make you stupid? Brave? Or just desperate?
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Enough with the deep philosophical questions and on with the links!
Featherless chicken?
Monkey Fluids : A comic- kind of
This is soooooooo my next x-mas desktop wallpaper!
