A quick Friday post…

It’s bloody cold here, and I don’t really like the cold – it makes my ankle throb like fuck and me in general just miserable…

Still, it IS Friday (half day, payday) so I shouldn’t really moan too much

Busy afternoon ahead – got to deliver the car and it’ll be about 5 before I get back, then nice long soak in the bath and off to the Tudor for a night of drunken debauchery (typical Friday night then ). Last Friday was really good – seems I’m gonna have to call by and drag Bob out kicking and screaming as he reckons he’s not out tonight (Ha!).

Then tomorrow, off to see Marina in London

Woohoo!

I WAS planning on going to V Festival this weekend, but circumstances beyond my control (begins with ‘H’, has 8 letters, and ends in ‘arriett’) prevented this – so I’m quietly fuming.

One day I’ll learn to be a proper bastard and stop listening to other people.

Anyway, Friday – let’s check what’s what:

• Bi-weekly backup? check
• Pay? OK, I was paid in advance last week, so check
• Coffee? Thanks, I’d love one…wait, maybe I’ve had too many already

3 and a bit hours to go… *looks around* and about 30 minutes worth of work. Hmm…I could always boot up the tower I bought in from home and install Linux on it – that’ll while away the hours

Played badminton again last night – I’m really getting into it (translates as: I didn’t sweat as much as the previous week), followed by one or seven pints in the Tudor.

Well, looks like this weekend is going to be much the same as previous ones, rather than sitting in a field pissed up listening to various bands while drinking Stella and partaking of various chemicals, I’ll be, um, sitting in the Tudor, drinking Carlsberg, partaking of various chemicals and maybe watching some football.

Hmm…just tried catching up on the latest football transfer rumours on football365.com – but it keeps crashing Firefox (I even tried internet explorer and that crashed too…). Still, looks like Berbatov is still a Spurs player (for now) although, apparently Man Utd. have delayed their team photograph so they can include him…

*Gets coffee*

3 hours to go…

It’s no good – I’ve got to do something…

EDIT: It’s 12.30 – half an hour to go…

*starts shutting down computers slowly*

B3ta

As I may have mentioned once or twice, I spend much of my working day (good job my boss doesn’t read my blog…) reading the QOTW on B3ta.com

This weeks’ QOTW (that’s ‘question of the week’) is ‘Pointless experiments‘ and it’s hilarious – I’ve only ead 3 pages (slow morning…) and my nose is sore from laughing so hard coffee comes out of it.

It’s Friday! yay!

Payday, half day, start of the weekend…

I LOVE Fridays

Anyone fancy meeting me for a beer (or 20) later?

Oh yeah, I posted a Youtube video that Rikaitch had on his site – go there (I’m too lazy to put it here…) and check out one he posted on Wednesday – makes for a good laugh…

EDIT: A post on the B3ta QOTW pointed me to this link

SECOND EDIT: “No, my gun is quite blunt” is the wrong answer to the question “Is there anything sharp in your hand luggage?”

*snigger*

Just over an hour to go until the weekend…and to make myself at least sound busy, I’m adding some more inane ramblings.

I’m sure I posted pics of my ankle when I first broke it 18 months ago. Well, it’s finally healed – no open cuts or anything now (just a manky looking scar – will post a pic at some point). The MRSA I contraacted after the initial op meant everything took it’s time – it was about this time last year that the wound finally closed up, then I had a couple of months with everything all hunkydory. Then the screws started working their way out meaning wearing work boots or even socks was extremely painful. Then came the op to remove all the metalwork in April…3 months it’s taken for THAT cut to heal.

The fact that it was still pretty much open when I was in Spain meant that any trip to the beach meant me having to cover it and absolutely NO swimming in the (polluted) Med.

Still, all’s well that end well…

Still an hour to go.

Looks like I’m off to Milan in September – most likely the week after my birthday (the 16th, my 40th – buy me gifts/give me money/get me drunk). I’m going with Dennis (Czech guy from the Tudor) as he’s a really good mate and to be honest, the whole trip is geared to football so taking a woman would be kind of a waste (added to the fact I’m womanless at the moment )

Should be a memorable weekend – San Siro, drink (lots of), good food, Italian women…

ANOTHER EDIT: I took a pic of my ankle:

All fixed

It doesn’t look too good – I’ve seen similar scars that are tiny white lines, but this is me and I’m fixed

Weee…Friday again

Yay!

Spurs got a 1-1 draw in Cyprus last night to win 7-2 on aggregate and go through to the group stages of the UEFA Cup (draw takes place on Tuesday). Now all we need to do is pickup our League form – Liverpool away tomorrow, that wold be a great place to start winning and get us out of the bottom three…

Munich Air Show next week – boss asked me to ‘tweak’ his business cards for him to include the alliance with Singapore Technologies and also to get some for myself. This led me to ponder for 10 minutes or so – what job title should I give myself? of course the first thought was ‘refreshment co-ordinator’ (teaboy), that always makes me giggle like a girl. Then I briefly played with something in sales – but whether to be a manager or a director? nah, it’s got to be something in IT. This led to more pondering. Finally I settled on ‘Systems Administrator’ sounds pretty impressive but vague…a bit like what I do

Anyway, it’s Friday, I finish in 4 hours – get a nice fat wedge in my pocket and start my weekend – did I ever mention how much I love Fridays?

I love Fridays

They rock! two reasons really:

1) We only work half day
2) It’s payday

And so here I sit – it’s just gone 11 so I have a mere 2 hours until the weekend starts – woohoo!

Corina cracks me up – I just got back into the office and she’s given me a message from a customer. As she had taken somewhat sketchy details, I said I’d call them and see what exactly they needed and asked her for the number.

She then picked up an A4 sheet of paper and tore off the smallest corner with the details one – this is standard procedure for Corina, She ALWAYS gives me numbers/messages on pieces of paper so small that, should I be caught behind enemy lines, I would have no trouble eating the paper thus preventing important company information being seen…

Bless her…