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I started this page a few years ago to vent frustration at my incompetent and often u-turning bosses, and also because I wanted to write something other than "Dear Caroline, 1. Please forward to me GL for January, 2. Alfred has not received his overtime for Dec. 3, Will you be at the meeting on..." I got A's for my English GCSE's and had some of my work copied and placed in the school library,

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Meetings are the diabolical ceremonies that sustain and propagate the boredom cult. Like any other religious service, they have their own strange incantational language (jargon and mission statements); sacred texts (minutes and agenda); symbolic garments (the business suit and tie); sacraments (croissants and coffee - the flesh and blood of holy tedium); and participants often feel themselves

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It came out ages ago but I only got to watch it yesterday. The last hour or so of Kill Bill Vol 2. And it was crap. The only reason to watch it is Uma Thurman, the poor woman carries the entire pile of rubbish by herself. The whole thing looks and sounds like it was made by an eight year old. The boring dialogue sounds a lot like the stories my nephew writes in his creative writing classes. And

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I am currently presiding over the administrative/governance mess left over from the past few years which, while quietly rotting away in the background has started stinking on my watch. HQ has hired company1 to do our accounts and company2 to audit us. I have been asked to provide the following reports asap (as in yesterday): trial balances from the last two years, list of everything bought

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Katie Holmes is being used to reincarnate L Ron Hubbard. I have this on very good authority from Riffs. According to reviewer Maryhope: Have you seen Rosemary's Baby? (if not don't read on. . . I'm going to give things away). . . A young man brainwashed (ok fine, bribed) and his wife brainwashed (ok, unaware), her body chosen as a vessel for the birth of a religiously inspired super human (ok

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Major Screw-up of the Year: There has to be one every year, and this year it's even bigger than the destroying laptop with audience of 200 incident. I've really outdone myself this year and I don't know how I'm going to live it down. Was invited by ICTdirector of HQ to attend meeting with him, IT guys (who drove for 6 hours) and delegates of national gov. network people to discuss opeining of

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I've decided to cut down on posting things straight from the internet but I saw this and I just had to share it: Ali G rugby tackles Pamela Anderson Sacha Baron Cohen was dunked in the sea by Pamela Anderson's bodyguards - after rugby-tackling the actress at her dogs' wedding. Cohen, 33, in trunks, leather jacket and Village People-style cap, emerged from the surf on an inflatable turtle. ...

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A touchy subject. Very, very sensitive. In the old days Big Boss used to just scratch his head and pick a random number between the salary of a cleaner and the salary of a office junior and that was what you got. Ever since he retired, and we got taken over by Ivory Towers all our salaries have been "adjusted", meaning everyone got a raise even though there was no money in the budget for this. Me

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intr.v. coped, cop·ing, copes To contend or strive, especially on even terms or with success: coping with child rearing and a full-time job. Something I'm not doing. Can't remember shit five minuites after I've heard it. Can't make my self do anything. Haven't finished bloody job descriptions. Been waking every two hours for eight months now. I'd really like to get on a plane and go to my

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When in God's name do people get time to blog? Since the old guy retired and middle guy was fired, I've been stretched thin trying to get everything done. No one to pass the buck to. No else for me to leave faxes and letters on their desk thereby absolving myself of responsility. Had to get job descriptions in by first of July. I thought I'd get them done if I asked everyone to write their own,

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Stressed mum chooses jail for a break The 38-year-old said she had had enough of scraping a living for her family as a cleaner every day while "my lazy husband sits on his backside doing nothing". She added: "As long as I get food and a hot shower everyday, I don't mind being sent to jail. It means I can finally get some rest and relaxation without having to cook, wash and clean for everyone."

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Is it just me or can everyone else see what I can see? (Botch up half way down the page).

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Okay so I'm a bit lame to not make my own template. But I have to blog renegade style, quickly editing blog when no-one is around and jumping to Excel or Pastel when I hear footsteps. I don't get paid to blog you see. And while there is no "boss" around, I have to be a good example to the subs.

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In the process of sorting out sorry state of affairs here.

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No more hard work. I've decided to spend more time with my neglected blog. And what a sorry state it's in too. Template all messed up, old old posts, and not comments. Might have something to do with a ijiit I got tangled up with. Works in HQ. Nice but dim co-worker booked a trail at our centre. And Ijiit wanted to blame someone. I actually drove three hours out of town to meet him just to be

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Things the books don't tell you 1. A two month old baby is as much a pain (Are we allowed to admit it?) as a joy. 2. The man will not hear the baby crying even if he's sleeping 5 feet away. 3. Lack of sleep will turn you into a shit head. 4. You must put up with lots of crap from people telling you what to do. 5. No two people will tell you the same thing. 6. People

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It's been too long! Can't believe my last post was in Feb last year. The powerpoint presentation version of my life since then is: Feb: Started getting sick every morning. Didn't feel like blogging Mar: Realised I was pregnant. Apr: Started feeling exited, scared, sorry for myself, exited, apprehensive, happy, sad, scared, worried, glad (not getting any younger), apprehensive... etc.

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My co-worker is in love with a psycho He phones her every hour from Jo'burg and she has to answer her phone, otherwise he gets upset and accuses her of being with a guy, "walking around", and being unfaithful to him. He even sends his family to look for her around town and even to check if her lights are on at home late in the evening. She is never allowed to have phone battery go down or to be

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Seething (The Light) Just sitting here in a minor fit. FPAW is bad for my blood pressure. If you volunteer for a big ass charity organisation, and allow said organisation to use a couple of offices, phones and fax machines at your place of work to organize a fundraiser, it is not OK to take 2000 from charity as expenses for place of work, then ask the person in charge of accounts (your truly)

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First rule: I rule Yesterday morning, Fat Poxy Arsed Wanker was late coming in to work. So I took the opportunity to drop words into big boss's ears about the 15 or so computers we are looking to buy without FPAW eavesdropping on me (FPAW is planning on selling them to us from his own company, he doesn't let the fact that he is an employee here bother him). If there is one thing big boss

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What's all this shit on my desk? Bulb for outside the building. Philips 125W. Broken. Pen refill. Parker. Doesn't fit my pen. Or anyone else's. 585-4508. Whoever you are, I can't read your name on the post-it note. CD. Pastel Accounting Update. Useless bloody rip off. Job application from someone who has "completed" a course as a dental office assistant and still writes letters by hand

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South End

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Nose to the Grind Stone Again. It's back to work on Monday. So, what have I been doing these holidays? with my three whole weeks off. Fun in the sun. Fun, fun, fun. *eeerrrkkkk*[sharp brake] No. My holiday was completely ruined by a certain fat person who decided to go on holiday with his family and leave his clinic to be run by himself (my inkipoo). And my inkipoo, being not the most

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Holidayie Things going so well at work (arrgh, knock wood, knock wood), with me being busy working and not poilitiking and dare I suggest, putting words in the bosses ear, due to fat poxy arsed wanker being off on holiday, may he never return, I 've actually being getting some work done, and getting the others to work aswell. Which has left me with little pent up energy and emotion to be able

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Pinch, Punch, First of the Month If you walk into a swimming pool, with your Siemens A35 cell phone in your pocket that everyone laughs at, to save a five year old nephew who was trying to show off, the cell phone will still work the next day. Take out the sim card and battery immediatly. Then leave them all in front of a fan for a few hours. Next day, cell phone will be right as rain.

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