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How are we all? I'm pubbing after work. Also, I hope my new headphones arrive. That would cheer me.
i have very little to say for myself though. Almost ran a primary school girl over earlier. She walked right in front of my car and didn't even seem to notice the fact that i had to slam on the breaks to narrowly miss her. I hope she learns to cross roads before she gets hurt, if i'd been one of those speed demon nutters, this morning could have been much nastier.
In for work at 8am for 10 hours. No boss so hello DiS I am in you today for reals.
client drinks later. I hope it ends straight away. I hate this shit.
A day of subbing and news writing awaits.
There have been rumblings in work of a client Christmas dinner. Please God no.
Free booze, interesting people to chat up (and of course potential job opps). The chance to really sell your business and exzpertise and then be a little bit drunk and inaprops later on. OH yes, give me a some client drinks!
massive epiphany here- I ought to be in Bus Dev, yeah?......
i am good at drinks, inaprop and spreadsheets. also very good at data. and i'm handsome.
SO what do we have now- me, chintzy, pieces of reece, sophia and cat_race all working together In Business. As I said before, what could possibly go wrong? :D
im pretty ok at boring shitty admin work i guess
AND edit your forum posts for you before you hit "post".
prsctising to fit in with companyt writing polict
pull your socks up man.
(I am going to make huge effort to type properly today.)
I need you to be our antipodean correspondent.
i want to punch them very hard in the face.
about her wedding. Not like, excitement or anything, things like "and there'll be a cake, I've got invitations going out, we're going to have canapes but my partner's family are vegetarian so we'll have to accommodate for that, and then we can't decide where we should sit the guests and' GOOD LORD PLEASE HAVE A PERSONALITY.
plenty of people to chat to, lots of opportunities to sell things [via intercom], probably more entertaining if you're drunk...
No work for me. I'm going to have breakfast, tidy my flat and pack my best penguin outfit then head off to Oxford to meet my mum, sister and brother-in-law who have traveled down to see me officially earn the right to call myself "Dr" tomorrow morning.
It'll also be the first time I've seen my sister since she told me I'm going to be an uncle.
I'll keep an eye out for you.
Then there's every chance I'll be the one dragging the tiny, furious Scottish woman away from the battered and broken bodies of the protesters who dared to try to run her son's day.
yeah, I've seen you around.
JEALOUS. Give my love to the alma mater. I remember when I went to my grad ( only BA and MA, not a proper one like you) and really REALLY fancying all of the guys who went up to get their doctorates. Even the one with the Tefal head. I hope you get your dick wet in a fresher and make your mum cry (the two things being hopefully unconnected.)
I had a dream last night that some boy invited me over to his house. When I woke up I had a text from a boy asking if I wanted to stay at his tonight. I'm not going but that's quite odd isn't it?
Reading all the Facebook comments on the HMV page about this revised uniform policy that no one has actually seen. Hmmm, interesting.
if you aren't allowed tattoos?! if you don't have tattoos how do you love music?!
That seems to be the gist of what I saw.
I'm sure HMV recognise the fact that there is no way they can ban staff from having tattoos and that was never the intention. It's such a non-story but the people crying over it are slightly amusing.
They were always really funny about long hair (they badgered me to cut mine) and tattoos, also noone with piercings got a job as far as I'm aware. My friend who has all three got bullied out of Fopp though and thats going to a tribunal. Its rubbish, all the 35 year old 'normal' people were rude, useless, lazy and knew fuck all. They fucked up a cash cow and they have no idea what they're doing and what actually works. Hope it goes under
but none with 'unruly' appearances of any kind. From what I'm told there's nothing in their policy that states tattoos or long hair is forbidden, so if people were turned down a position based on that then that's at the manager's discretion surely? I don't know.
but it might aswell be any other shop with its employees. Just regular folk with no interest in the product. My old manager worked at poundland ffs. Hes now a regional manager for apple though :s he was such a dweeb
Which makes me laugh, as they've cited something like 'to keep the staff in line with customer expectations' As if they hadn't dehumanised Game and HMV enough, now they're stripping the staff of any kind of identity under the guise of professionalism or some shit. They work in Game and HMV, I want them to be beardy/tattooed/wild haired because they are typical symbols that someone is into something a bit outside the mainstream, thus they'd be likely to have a decent bit of knowledge. As long as they wash, they should be able to look like how they want. I don't want everyone in HMV to be Gary 25 from Surrey who likes what's in the charts as it's well good.
Manny, I want you to look like this
not a sticker, but actually painted on that said "don't driver faster than your guardian angel can fly". barf.
I think yours is worse though.
mowed through witch elves like an enchanted knife through withered butter. DATE TONIGHT. No bosses either, great stuff.
If you ever fancy hearing about my planned 'Last Alliance' war of the ring campaign, you're welcome to PM me :)
instead a day of shit work has begun
walking dead is too good
I'm falling apart.
Going to York at the weekend, which should be cool, we're staying in a convent...
I had some limited-edition Japanese burger monstrosity in Kuala Lumpu'rs budget airline terminal. In SE Asia the fries there come with katsu curry powder stuff to shake on them. It was great.
Last night I had a large Big Mac meal with a strawberry milk shake.... and an extra Big Mac. Didn't even touch the sides. I hate myself.
Went up for a UEA/ York uni history conference and did a lecture on King Arthur while hungover as balls. Its full of sweet little old nuns and they actually have a relic that they bring out and show you, some old saint's hand if I remember. All rooms are named after saints, but they have no toilets so I had to wee in the sink.
so booked the convent out of desperation, but I've heard good things - I only realised after booking the room isn't en suite though. It's just for one night I guess, we'll survive.
I bloody love King Arthur.
ON THE PLUS SIDE I HAVE BOUGHT MY UKULELE IN FOR SHOW AND TELL.
I'd somehow made it through to about the last 7 or 8, but somehow I'd forgotten to turn up to the studio. the police turned up to escort me.
Only had it a few months, the cunt. Got to go to see my ex tonight after work, we've got some paperwork to do about selling the flat. Such a royal pain in the arse and when it's done we'll both be in a world of debt. Still, it made sense to buy at the time as the mortgage for a cracking flat cost less than we were paying in rent for a crappy two up-two down. No regrets.
She's been sorting out the flat basically on her own since we split up in March or something which means she's got no money and may have to move back in with her parents in fucking Chester. Is this a nice thing to do or will she think I'm trying to get back in her knickers?
and when you hand it over say: "I am not trying to get in your knickers." Then if you do you can totally fall back and say "hey well I did say."
but I think it's a bit off the mark. Not sure why and can't really explain it. (I've been in a similar situ, having to sell house with ex husband. We remained friends throughout but it was grim.)I think if I was her, I'd be like- WHAT? A bottle of wine, oh.
A far better gesture would be for you to speak to her and say that you realise it's been really hard for her (for both of you) and that you appreciate everything she's done in relation to the flat, and maybe to offer some practical help if she nedes it in moving, or something. A bottle of wine, after everything youve been through, seems bit.. trite?
We're still on good terms like but I just feel like she's getting dragged through the shit while I swan about living the dream. To be honest we hadn't really spoken properly other than a few texts/fb messages/whatever for a few months until the other week when she asked me to ring her because she'd decided she needed to sell and it was going to land us in all this debt. Once we'd spoken about all the boring horrible stuff we had a bit of a catch up and it was nice actually. I mean I don't want to get back with her but you know, I went out with her for 7 years and lived with her for 4, we were mates.
all because I have the best boyfriend in the world. NER NER NER NER NERRRRR. I have a fucking fantastic new handbag and a load of other brilliant presents but the best thing was that he paper cut me a card and made me a lemon drizzle cake.
AND my surprise was going to see Jersey Boys! It was AMAZINGGGG. I wanna see it again. Now.
But I have 75 unread emails. Yay. I only had the afternoon off :(
There is no hole.
Its a loaf cake. A nigella one because I love nigella <3
Its the first cake he's ever made.
girls love paper cuts
Partly in joy at how sweet you two are <3
and partly because :''''D SAM IS SUCH A METROSEXUAL <3
Glad you had the best day! I'm shuffling things around at work like a motherfucker so I can come and make you squiffy on bubbles on friday eve xxx
He bought me an amazing dress too. He has such good taste (e.g. me!)
Thank you for your lovely text <3 I REALLY hope to see you on Friday for dancing!
walked the dog for an hour this morning before going to work. got my new RHA 450i headphones (hi WZA) and they are impressing.
are they as good as he claims?
it's nice to hear New Relics in the way it was probably intended tbh
i've loved everything else they've done but it really bored me
it's a nice addendum to their other stuff, i feel. it's good it;s a mini album tbh though.
did you hear the unwinding hours tour ep btw?
there's a song on it called "miracle" that's one of the best things they've done
a tour EP? oh man, no. is it available elsewhere?
want me to send you it?
I'd have bought the RHA SA950i but I don't want an inline mic / remote so I've gone for these Sony bad boys: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sony-MDRZX600-Overhead-Headphones-Aluminium/dp/B007I1R0L6/ref=sr_1_1?s=electronics&ie=UTF8&qid=1351154875&sr=1-1
yeah, i like the inline remote shite. works well with my phone.
convinced I'm going to balls it up which has resulted in some sort of fatalist zen-like calm.
feeling pretty good about life
Srsly though dude, good to 'see' you happy :)
i'm not really feeling anything
everyone was stood outside when i strolled up 15 minutes late. bit awkward, but not too awkward.
you should have lit up a cigarette and asked eveyone what was going on.
Want a beer tbh.
Hope you're ok. Don't have a beer, but ask for cool painkillers! THey gave me some amazing space cadet thing after my incident a few weeks ago and I tripped out all day. It was ace! Bike covered by insurance? (yours or theirs?)
How's the bike. Your beautiful bike.
Shit, man. How's are you? More importantly, how's the bike?
Yet you're still getting away with this cyberbullying.
Also can we have some confirmation that CB is all right Or if not some grizzly details about the accident?
You're a fucking animal.
Grizzly details to follow.
i had stopped and was about to turn right, there was a car approaching from the left, said car turned right, making not even the slightest pretence of being on the right(correct) side of the road, completly cut across the right(incorrect)(my left) side of the road, and ploughed through me. her excuse (i had lights on, am wearing reasonably light clothes, IT WASN'T EVN FUCKING DARK) was that she didn't see me.....because she wasn't fucking looking. I was towards the centre of the road as i was about to turn, but even if it'd been in the middle of the left hand side, she'd have still hit me. As soon as she turned in i knew she was going to hit me, nowt i could do though. I think i gave her quite a mouthful, can't really remember. My right leg looks like there's a fucking tennis ball under the skin, i can just about weight bear, but it's agonising. Nothing broken, but supposedly, the type of bruising it is can take up to 10 weeks to heal. The bike, i think, is a write off, i think the frame's ok, but the front fork was massively bent out of shape, and if past experience is anything to go by, i'll struggle to find replacements for them. As well as being pretty shaken up, i'm really upset that i've probably ridden that bike for the last time. I've ridden it most days for the past 4 years and put so much time, money and effort into it....it's heartbreaking!
This woman seemed rather eager that i didn't go through insurance/personal injury solicitors for comp, becasue she didn't want her husband to find out...she offered to pay for a new bike, and i don't really know what to do...it's not just the cost of the bike, i'll miss out on a load of o/t that i was down for, i'll (when my legs healed enough to go back to work - i have quite an active job) have to get the bus in for at least a month i reckon, idk, i don't want to fleece her, she sounds scared of her husband, and i don't really want whatever MIGHT happen on my conscience. my head's a bit of a mess at the mo, hence the above...
Really glad to hear you're mostly okay.
Gutted to hear about the bike, though.
Absolutely definitely refuse to deal without insurers. Did ambulance/police attend? Did you get any witness statements?
fucking stupid q, but brain no work good now) they did and they did. i didn't was too shaken up at the time. police may have done though, from what i remember, a couple of the witnesseseses work with her.
(already looking at ribble bikes!)
Got to be a bastard but she should fucking look where she's going.
i'm an idiot.
They'll assess every part of her claim and send people out to see you and check your injuries, time off work, damage to bike and equipment.
Otherwise, you've got to do all the leg work and you might find her memory's changed in a couple of months when she realises that old bike was worth a fair bit more than she thought.
I don't know, though. I'd just get as much information as you possibly can from as many sources as you possible can as soon as you possible can. Take photos of absolutely everything. Do it now and you'll avoid any stress further down the line.
These things can take ages, and people's memory of things change over time.
Ask around on some cycle forums, though. All ^that is based on motorbike accidents I've had where I was insured too. Might be different for a cyclist. It might be worth you getting in touch with a personal injury lawyer who specialises in cycle-accidents. Think I've seen them before in the back of bike mags.
Ha. I've had to put off buying a Ribble now. Just found I need an op on my knee and one on my foot, three months apart. So no cycling for 6 months pretty much :( proper gutted.
I know the cycle shop round ours has got the cards for it although I don't know if it's a national thing or just for Manchester. If I've got chance I'll nip in tomorrow and try and get the number for you.
rather handily, i work in the hospital dept that deals in these kind of claims, so i can get my records from the a&e visit easily enough, there's a local solicitors that specializes in bike injuries. I just don't know, if we were just to settle it, i've no idea what amount to say, decent bikes don't come cheap. I just don't know. :/
You'll suffer loss of earnings, loss to your property, loss of amenity (in the form of your main transport into work- both in terms of your lack of bike and your inability to ride because of injury) significant inconvenience and pain (you might even suffer some flashbacks or other stress-related issues because of her being a silly cow.) I do feel sorry for her- what kind of person's main thought upon being involved in an accident is 'oh i must not tell my husband'. this isn't the 1950s. however, you are not responsible for helping her marriage out and it makes me wonder if she maybe has form for this, if she's scared of letting her husband find out.
Defintiely PLEASE go through the official channels here mate. and get better soon. xxx
this has settled it for me i think, thanks PO. yr the best. b d.
i get a bit excited when people ask me for travel advice.
regretted it less than I thought I would. Thought it was quite impressive that the bar were selling regular sized crisps at 1.50 a pack, that takes some cajones.
her the Adobe Illustrator, which she is a fan of, one of these:
is this a rubbish present. Obviously she's getting other stuff as well.
kind of want Dreamweaver and Photoshop now...
what the fuck are these?
In all seriousness I just put Illustrator presents into google. Bit stumped this year. Buying her some boxsets and stuff but she got me a nasal hair trimmer this year which I've wanted for ages. So got to up the ante and get her something out of left field.
Is this the Illustrator logo nowadays? It's not the logo on my version of Illustrator but that is ooooold.
would probably give me nightmares of crashes and UNIDENTIFIED errors.
But I managed to escape for an hour for burger, chips and a glass of wine.
When I got hom about 1am I watched TV for two hours. I have consequently had three nours sleep and I fele like death. In that 3 ohurs sleep I managed to dream about only work. very disappointing.
:) pug soccer team- http://www.thedogfiles.com/2011/11/17/pug-soccer-team-cute-video/
I really want to get a pug
with the LADS
only there's 2 men in my bathroom and no longer a toilet.
I heard them say the floor's rotten from the toilet leak but they'll just put new lino over it and hide it. True craftmanship.
I asked my housemate about his interview last night actually and he said he didn't get it. HOWEVER he did say something about maybe wanting to move at short notice, coz I was saying how i needed to find some proof of address but we don't have a tenancy agreement. I hope he does, he's a tit
Now we have 2 whole Gregg. I'm not even in the north.
there's a stretch of road where every other shop is a pie shop.
Does anyone remember Pimbletts? I think they might be exclusive to certain areas of Merseyside but we had a rogue one. There were two excellent dogs who used to knock around outside Pimbletts and my mum used to get me a mini hot pot from there and I'd come home from nursery and eat my hot pot whilst watching Neighbours. Glory days.
Yeah that would be good
I was at hospital a few weeks ago, that Hope one in the middle of nowhere and I was really faint and hungry when I finally left and the only place nearby was a Greggs. I opted for a limited edition curry type affair and it was terrible. So let this be a warning, when it comes to pasties - stick to what you know, andyvine.
Greggs used to do a chicken balti pasty that was divine. Pound Bakery do a chilli beef pasty that used to be amazing, like a proper chilli inside pastry, but that went shit pretty quickly so now I usually go for a steak bake
I remember they used to be steak bake and then like a peppery steak bake, ADDED PEPPER. That was the best.
when those markets are outside the library there's often a Spanish stall that do some cracking empanadas.
Relief though, the whole Dot Cotton whisper was beginning to get on my nerves.
At work all day then I think I'm going to a free gig after. Could be worse!
are you Aaron my housemate?
is there something wrong with you?
I'll let Aaron explain. If he is my housemate.
Good lad him.
he's a great bunch o' lad. Hi Aaron.
These are the most god-awful socks I've ever owned
and I need to tell my stupid boss not to be so stupid and at least explain things and I've got band practice tonight for the first time in a month and last time I was full of a cold too and I'm in a grump.
just commented on the fact that i buy a twirl every time i go in there. welp, can never go there again.