General Time Wasting Thread 26: I invented the internet.

I like socks, specifically wearing them.

I like legwarmers. I'm not femmy enough to wear a pair without looking like a tool, though

Monochrome Kanon wrote:

I like legwarmers. I'm not femmy enough to wear a pair without looking like a tool, though

Milo?

Thigh highs are sexy on women.

Zoe wrote:

Monochrome Kanon wrote:

I like legwarmers. I'm not femmy enough to wear a pair without looking like a tool, though

Milo?

Milo wears leg warmers.

I never knew.

Wolf-Bone wrote:

SirRob wrote:

They're retiring MSN...

links or gtfo

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windows_Live_Messenger

(No I did not edit that in)

yeah i use skype anyway so they can eat a dick
dactdo

We're short 1 Ahkmill, 1 Percy, and 2 Milo's.

XoPachi wrote:

We're short 1 Ahkmill, 1 Percy, and 2 Milo's.

I might be able to sub for a Milo since I share his love of Star Fox

Huh? ._.

Feels like the people I know from college Anime Club couldn't give a single fuck about me, kept to myself on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and today and not one of them said a word to me, not even a "hi".


In other news, just got back from voting for Obama and voting no on that Marriage Amendment, felt great.

XoPachi wrote:

We're short 1 Ahkmill, 1 Percy, and 2 Milo's.

Thanks for including me... Wait, you didn't.

Whoa.

If there was any iota of doubt in me, there isn't anymore. I haven't heard this much glowing praise for a video game since ICO. I have GOT to know first hand what 343 did to Halo because I'm hearing people say the campaign is better than the grand masterpiece that is Half Life 2. That's a feat considering next no one ever cared for anything outside of the online.

Wolf-Bone wrote:

XoPachi wrote:

We're short 1 Ahkmill, 1 Percy, and 2 Milo's.

I might be able to sub for a Milo since I share his love of Star Fox

Do you now? I miss that series. Been about 7 years since the last one.

Vega wrote:

Feels like the people I know from college Anime Club couldn't give a single fuck about me, kept to myself on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and today and not one of them said a word to me, not even a "hi".


In other news, just got back from voting for Obama and voting no on that Marriage Amendment, felt great.

Fuck those pricks. Vega, you get bitches so you're better than them. You got this. You nice, you nice!!

...I probably shouldn't double post with my current sig. Sorry guys.

So why am I so crucial? .3.

Don't worry about it, Pachi. c:

Lucy wrote:

So why am I so crucial? .3.

Because Lucy. .3.

Lucy wrote:

So why am I so crucial? .3.

cuz we livin' in crucial times

Lucy wrote:

So why am I so crucial? .3.

Like me with anime, Nintendo, and idiots at my school?

We all are of different things...except Wolfie Boy. He's crucial of everything. ;-;

Aaannd the bolded text made me choke on my laugh.

@Vega:

Work has been frustrating. Stereotypical highschool style shit I thought I'd left behind 2 years ago when I left highschool. Back talk from workers about my build, the paleness of my skin, my status (engaged durrr), even my preferred name.

Work hasn't been getting many customers at all so they haven't been able to give us the hours we'd like. Spent the weekend lifting loads of pamphlets in that damn oil based gloss. Heavy shit. Fucked up my supraspinatus. Went into work despite this injury and told my manager about it. Fucker gave me all the jobs in lobby that required heavy lifting; needless to say it fucked the muscle up even more. Y'all have no idea how painful it is to carry heavy goods up a flight of stairs to the attic with this shit. Bastard told me everything looked disgusting and the place was "a mess. Let's face it, it's a fucking disgrace." So two days later when I'm just starting to recover he comes up to me. "Alright. You need to do [insert jobs here], Patrick." (I'd specifically put "Greg" as my preferred name when they hired me so the fact that since I'd transferred from training nobody from the store I was going to be working at called me Greg and would call me Greg.) Then he gave me a nice, friendly, hard slap right where that muscle was. God fucking damn it. I couldn't sneeze without it hurting like a bitch so needless to say I grunted and asked him not to do that with my injury.

"Oh. That actually happened?"
"Of course it happened, why would I lie about something like that?"
"I've had my workers tell me that you made it up to get an easier job load."
"And you believed them?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're not the most believable of characters, Patrick."
"Greg, sir. Call me Greg. Please."
"Listen, Patrick: you've already not been in to work after 'having the stomach bug'--"
"And what about your other workers? I heard a bunch of them had it. What's the problem?"
"It's just that you need to learn to grow up. Quit being a baby and get over yourself."
"I'm not over myself! Have you heard the way I complain about myself? I hate myself because I'm scum of the bloody earth! Why the Hell would I go through customer service, why would I put up with the shit I report to you which you do nothing about?"
"Listen, you've got a job to do, alright? Now start mopping the lobby and then clean these toilets. I want them done within 5 minutes."

Then he walked off. Fucking prick.
Later on in the day he pulls me aside while I'm tending to a customer that's had a bad order:

"Okay, do you respond to Greg or Patrick more?"
"Greg. Not even my Mum calls me Patrick."
"Your real name is Patrick?"
"I can't lie about my real name on official files."
"Well here's what I'm going to do: I'm gonna call you Patrick and you can get the fuck over it."



Needless to say after transferring to the best store they have (the first one in NZ durr) I found out that the guy that runs the whole place is absolutely frustrated with where I was working. He's going to be firing my manager and probably shutting the place down so he can advertise the place for two weeks.



TL;DR: I'm fucking exhausted but happy that at least I'll be able to work somewhere with as much passion as I had when I was training. Also the guy running the place is chummy with me from when he trained me at their training store. Good stuff.

I love rap.

Greg wrote:

@Vega:

Work has been frustrating. Stereotypical highschool style shit I thought I'd left behind 2 years ago when I left highschool. Back talk from workers about my build, the paleness of my skin, my status (engaged durrr), even my preferred name.

Work hasn't been getting many customers at all so they haven't been able to give us the hours we'd like. Spent the weekend lifting loads of pamphlets in that damn oil based gloss. Heavy shit. Fucked up my supraspinatus. Went into work despite this injury and told my manager about it. Fucker gave me all the jobs in lobby that required heavy lifting; needless to say it fucked the muscle up even more. Y'all have no idea how painful it is to carry heavy goods up a flight of stairs to the attic with this shit. Bastard told me everything looked disgusting and the place was "a mess. Let's face it, it's a fucking disgrace." So two days later when I'm just starting to recover he comes up to me. "Alright. You need to do [insert jobs here], Patrick." (I'd specifically put "Greg" as my preferred name when they hired me so the fact that since I'd transferred from training nobody from the store I was going to be working at called me Greg and would call me Greg.) Then he gave me a nice, friendly, hard slap right where that muscle was. God fucking damn it. I couldn't sneeze without it hurting like a bitch so needless to say I grunted and asked him not to do that with my injury.

"Oh. That actually happened?"
"Of course it happened, why would I lie about something like that?"
"I've had my workers tell me that you made it up to get an easier job load."
"And you believed them?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're not the most believable of characters, Patrick."
"Greg, sir. Call me Greg. Please."
"Listen, Patrick: you've already not been in to work after 'having the stomach bug'--"
"And what about your other workers? I heard a bunch of them had it. What's the problem?"
"It's just that you need to learn to grow up. Quit being a baby and get over yourself."
"I'm not over myself! Have you heard the way I complain about myself? I hate myself because I'm scum of the bloody earth! Why the Hell would I go through customer service, why would I put up with the shit I report to you which you do nothing about?"
"Listen, you've got a job to do, alright? Now start mopping the lobby and then clean these toilets. I want them done within 5 minutes."

Then he walked off. Fucking prick.
Later on in the day he pulls me aside while I'm tending to a customer that's had a bad order:

"Okay, do you respond to Greg or Patrick more?"
"Greg. Not even my Mum calls me Patrick."
"Your real name is Patrick?"
"I can't lie about my real name on official files."
"Well here's what I'm going to do: I'm gonna call you Patrick and you can get the fuck over it."



Needless to say after transferring to the best store they have (the first one in NZ durr) I found out that the guy that runs the whole place is absolutely frustrated with where I was working. He's going to be firing my manager and probably shutting the place down so he can advertise the place for two weeks.



TL;DR: I'm fucking exhausted but happy that at least I'll be able to work somewhere with as much passion as I had when I was training. Also the guy running the place is chummy with me from when he trained me at their training store. Good stuff.

Damn, your old boss is a complete prick, I don't think I could last 2 weeks with a boss like that. I'm glad that you transferred and have a much better boss now. ^_^

Oh my Fuck, he finally made a new episode.

http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=things_that_suck_about_ny

Wow, I am slow as fuck, I just now learned that NPH is gay.

Vega wrote:

Wow, I am slow as fuck, I just now learned that NPH is gay.

Vega wrote:

Damn, your old boss is a complete prick, I don't think I could last 2 weeks with a boss like that. I'm glad that you transferred and have a much better boss now. ^_^

Thanks.

"I've basically recieved a lot of requests to transfer staff up here when I've only got 5 spots. 3 now, with you and Raman."
"Why?"
"Issues with other staff."
"Yeah. I'm personally glad to be up here with the shit I was getting from the guys there. I was complaining to Sunny and he just wouldn't do anything."
"Yeah, Sunny's a dick."
"I wouldn't call him that."
"Oh." (He probably figured I was about to mindlessly defend him.)
"Yeah. He's a total prickface."
*laughs heartily* "Yeah, that's a bit more accurate, I suppose. I mean, he seems nice enough at first..."
"Until you get to know him."
"Uh huh. Jack's absolutely sick of him. Sunny's on thin ice as it is so Jack's considering just firing him and sending one of the Glen Innes managers down to replace him."
"Good riddance to bad rubbish."
"Mmmhm."