Offically nothing of any interest, point or motive to say here.
Please feel free to make up some funny, witty and entirely charming journal entry for here. Then laugh politely at it, perhaps a pleased sigh and even, maybe, an 'ol slap of the thigh on completing it.
Any shaking of the head and saying "ohhh, heh, that guy.." will be deemed too much and you'll be slapped around by homosexual monkeys on stilts.
I seriously have nothing much to say. First day off in far too long. No-one around mid week so I'm sitting at home. Nothing really to do, no girl to bug, no games to play, no sites to browse (as I've already become more than jaded with most of the ones I frequent).
*raps fingers on desk*
The only thing of any note that has happened me in the past two days is...well...nothing actually.
Oh I managed to pry some money from a very overpaid and very overrated rugby player who bought a laptop from me. The Munster rugby team have a deal where by they won the European Cup for the first time ever last year, and then my manager gives them things at cost price.
*shrug*
Now this guy today, he's only joined the team since they've won the cup, so he had nothing to do with it. He also is hardly even getting second team rugby. He's also rediculously overpaid. He strolls in and wants a laptop. Why? "Cause...well...one of they guys said I should get one".
As I talk to him, well as I converse and he stares blankly into space, presumably concentrating on standing upright and breathing, my grasp of the vast expanse of grey matter enclosed in his large-brow-content head unfolds.
Less than impressed.
At any rate, he wants a labtop. Not a laptop. No, one of the guys definately said a "lab-top". Fine I say, here's one. I point at a randomly expensive computer.
He then just goes for the shinest one (I'm not actually kidding, the literal shiny one).
Another sports clothes clad guy arrives and they engage in some nonsensical banter in these strange faux-posh accents they developed all of a sudden. He returns to his australian drawl to belittle my "choice" in "career" for a moment. Clever, I think. Piss off the salesman. Perhaps I'll get so annoyed I'll black out and you can run off with the computer for free.
Then he wants an iPod, but again, only because one of the guys told him he needed one. I was going to ask who this 'guy' was and if I could arrange for some more 'advice' for the rest of the team.
He decided against the iPod because...well....I have no idea. He didn't seem to have any train of thought. Infact I think it was still broken down in the station.
So then he started picking things up and putting them on the counter, insisting that he gets the "labtop" and also these items at cost price.
Basically attempting to see if I would ask why he would get such a thing, then allowing him to say he's a "member" of the Munster team.
Anyway, I made up a random figure that was at least 100 bucks over the cost price and told him that was it. At least that would guarantee me 10 euros for myself for having to deal with this. The rest of the seemingly random things he picked up for no real reason, I basically added in for about half the marked price. He hadn't noticed they were in the "Half Marked Price" bin and was suitably impressed with himself.
When actually going to pay for it he just gave the cashier his debit card before she told him the final total. Money, maybe he had too much of it alright.
My australian boss came out just as he and his friend were leaving.
"Was that *randomOzRubgyGuy*"
"Yep"
"Did you take care of him?"
"Sure did".
"Excellent buddy"
Buddy is an annoying term my boss uses when he's not activly hating you, but still harbours deep resentment that he has to pay you still.
Anyway. As I said, nothing of any concequence in this journal. Hope the imaginary one you created was good.
Please feel free to make up some funny, witty and entirely charming journal entry for here. Then laugh politely at it, perhaps a pleased sigh and even, maybe, an 'ol slap of the thigh on completing it.
Any shaking of the head and saying "ohhh, heh, that guy.." will be deemed too much and you'll be slapped around by homosexual monkeys on stilts.
I seriously have nothing much to say. First day off in far too long. No-one around mid week so I'm sitting at home. Nothing really to do, no girl to bug, no games to play, no sites to browse (as I've already become more than jaded with most of the ones I frequent).
*raps fingers on desk*
The only thing of any note that has happened me in the past two days is...well...nothing actually.
Oh I managed to pry some money from a very overpaid and very overrated rugby player who bought a laptop from me. The Munster rugby team have a deal where by they won the European Cup for the first time ever last year, and then my manager gives them things at cost price.
*shrug*
Now this guy today, he's only joined the team since they've won the cup, so he had nothing to do with it. He also is hardly even getting second team rugby. He's also rediculously overpaid. He strolls in and wants a laptop. Why? "Cause...well...one of they guys said I should get one".
As I talk to him, well as I converse and he stares blankly into space, presumably concentrating on standing upright and breathing, my grasp of the vast expanse of grey matter enclosed in his large-brow-content head unfolds.
Less than impressed.
At any rate, he wants a labtop. Not a laptop. No, one of the guys definately said a "lab-top". Fine I say, here's one. I point at a randomly expensive computer.
He then just goes for the shinest one (I'm not actually kidding, the literal shiny one).
Another sports clothes clad guy arrives and they engage in some nonsensical banter in these strange faux-posh accents they developed all of a sudden. He returns to his australian drawl to belittle my "choice" in "career" for a moment. Clever, I think. Piss off the salesman. Perhaps I'll get so annoyed I'll black out and you can run off with the computer for free.
Then he wants an iPod, but again, only because one of the guys told him he needed one. I was going to ask who this 'guy' was and if I could arrange for some more 'advice' for the rest of the team.
He decided against the iPod because...well....I have no idea. He didn't seem to have any train of thought. Infact I think it was still broken down in the station.
So then he started picking things up and putting them on the counter, insisting that he gets the "labtop" and also these items at cost price.
Basically attempting to see if I would ask why he would get such a thing, then allowing him to say he's a "member" of the Munster team.
Anyway, I made up a random figure that was at least 100 bucks over the cost price and told him that was it. At least that would guarantee me 10 euros for myself for having to deal with this. The rest of the seemingly random things he picked up for no real reason, I basically added in for about half the marked price. He hadn't noticed they were in the "Half Marked Price" bin and was suitably impressed with himself.
When actually going to pay for it he just gave the cashier his debit card before she told him the final total. Money, maybe he had too much of it alright.
My australian boss came out just as he and his friend were leaving.
"Was that *randomOzRubgyGuy*"
"Yep"
"Did you take care of him?"
"Sure did".
"Excellent buddy"
Buddy is an annoying term my boss uses when he's not activly hating you, but still harbours deep resentment that he has to pay you still.
Anyway. As I said, nothing of any concequence in this journal. Hope the imaginary one you created was good.
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aliana:
indeed that sneaky bastard!
loretta:
That is also a great idea. And I wouldn't even have to make the slide som long since I've got some water right outside the apartment.