PhobosAnomaly

Out of curiosity, were you on the hook for the entire cost? As it, was any of it covered by insurance?

It doesn’t sound like much fun at all.

Now that’s something I’d have expected to see a wave of now, and a comm called jesuswithajob or something. lols.

In the late 90s, there were some monitors in our school library that had some serious grounding problems. You could literally touch the screen with one finger, touch your victim with the other hand, and have your pal repeatedly turn the monitor off and on rapidly at the physical spring-loaded switch - and at some point, they’d get an uncomfortable-but-not-painful shock.

Highly entertaining, guaranteed a bollocking, and after that it was back to the degaussing CHUNNNNNNNGUNGUNGUNG sound. Satisfying as fuck.

Tinnyday. Comes before or after Wednesday depending on daylight savings, encourages a beer or a wine (or whatever beverage of your choosing) to relax. Business hours the following day do not start until 10am.

Delivery fees from online retailers are ineligible to charge delivery fees, local food orders must include a free canned beverage, people working in entertainment venues get double time.

That’s beautiful. I love a bit of personal standards to fuck someone else’s day up.

I typically change my responses on the form to Calibri if using MS Office. It’s not enough to pique anyone’s interest, but it’s different enough to spot what I’ve added to a form rather than the usual Arial additions if you’ve been told about it.

Someone at my office tried to say I’d said something on a form when I hadn’t, and took great delight pointing out the slight difference in typeface on the field that wasn’t my edit.

It’s satisfying as fuck coming back at someone with receipts.

A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I’d be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster’s office.

Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about “could the person who…” and it’s quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.

I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody’s going to care about it in a week’s time.

A colleague of mine is a nice bloke, but proper stuck in his ways.

He’s done well for himself, lovely family, and has saved enough to treat them all to nice holidays across the world… but all he does is eat burger and chips while he’s there.

He’s been across Route 66, been to Rome, Paris, and some of the Baltic states… even been on cruises to faraway places, but trying some of the amazing local cuisine is just a step too far for him.

It’s wild. That said, he enjoys himself so good on him I guess.

Somewhere in the North Sea: “Kapitan-Leytenant, we have discovered a new experimental craft called HMS ShitBird, appears to have undetectable propulsion systems and carries a significant biological payload”

Somewhere in Thames Water HQ: “yeah mate we fixed the blockage, we just managed to dislodge Barry from Kettering’s massive jobby and let it out into the sea”

Awesome. I am - at best, out of the loop in entertainment news: and at worst, culturally retarded - so I was sat at LCY with a colleague and he was pointing out famous chefs, golfers, public figures every five minutes.

I was still trying to figure out how anyone affords either to eat or drink at the airport without being on business expenses.

For celeb-spotting and transit links: London City Airport. It’s nice being able to check your bags and fuck off into Stratford for a few hours. It’s super expensive though.

For a chill experience: London Southend Airport. Not in London, but loads of seating, decent views across the tarmac, and loooaaads of room.

For getting lost: Washington Dulles. Christ that place was designed by Stevie Wonder in a house fire. The sheer number of destinations is wonderous though fair play, a great place to feel like a tiny cog in a huge machine.

Edinburgh is a banger. Great support for families, spacious, and generally chill - decent transport links too.

The departures lounge is starting to sprawl with retail now though, but can’t have everything I suppose.

Is that a picture of a tweet of a printout of a MS Notepad file that was probably cut and pasted from a forwarded email, newsgroup post, or web page?

my head hurts