Now its 4.15 in the afternoon and I’m again at *yet another* customer putting out *yet another* fire which (for once) we didn’t start in the first place!
That’s 11h of uptime so far…if I leave late form work I’m going to be one very pissed off person!
I hate it when the fu***** Boss shakes my tree and tells me how things should (in his narcissistic point of view) be done…..especially when I woke up at 5.15 in the MORNING!
My body aches like I’ve been sat on by a sumo wrestler and then dumped inside a washing machine for a “quick spin”, I’m definately not as young as I used to be and my body remind me of it!
Saturday was one hell of a day, the sweat shop organized an “outdoor” event for its workers slaves…you know, so we can see some daylight and breathe fresh air, etc!
Actually it was great outdoor event, we sailed up and down the river on a catamaran and enjoyed the sun (when it was out) plus plenty of drinks (of the alcohol infused variety) which was very very relaxing! Just picture lying on the net (between the hulls) as the catamaran sails along with just the sails and no engines. I even got to steer the boat for a while, not as easy as it looks keeping the thing going in a straight line! Yeap, I could picture myself handing in my letter of resignation, buying a yacht and then sailing up and down the greek island with Princess beside me….:) Right after I win the lottery of course!
We’d planned on going to Rock in Rio on Saturday but unfortunately after a day out at sea I wasn’t feeling too well when I got back, had a bit of a temperature so in the end we didn’t go….maybe it was for the best or the day after I would have been a lot worse…
Sunday was the one that makes me now feel like I’m 50…I went to a paintball event! It may look easy, fun and all but its fuc**** hard! Each game is 10min long but at the end you’re feeling completely shattered, unlike playing video games which is *click*click* you’re dead. My legs still ache and I’ve got this huge bruise where I was hit by a malteaser size paintball…man down, man down.
So if paintball is as hard as this, imagine running through enemy territory with 20KG n your back whilst you dodge real bullets that don’t so much hurt but kill!
Sitting down here with my friend James Martin beside me, aged 20 years. He claims to be fine and rare but to me he’s just a nice scotch blend.
Stuff like this makes me sick (no, not the whiskey).
I arrive at work on a fuck*** Monday morning already with *sub-zero* will to do any work at all after a long weekend away with the missus in a remote village (just us, the barbie as in barbie-cue, and a warm fireplace) to find that the sweat shop have, in my absence, distributed brand spanking new laptops amongst the field support elite. Not only that but even the Helldesk are getting new PCs.
What about me?! My stupid e-mail client takes over 20min to wake up in the morning after a cold boot before I can even think of opening up any other window. Not only that but when I go out to customers, I end up having to take my own laptop with me. Yes, a VERY expensive Macbook Pro.
I also need a new PC and I needed a new laptop (or at least A company laptop) before I bought this one. As could be expected, the sweat shop never came through for me. This sh** makes me sick to the bones. Big talk and preaching about the “sweat shop family” and how we’re all a team but in the end there are those who are favored over others.
By mid morning my already sub-zero will to do anything at all had turned into *deep space* cryo-freeze.
I’m not proud of it but this morning I was done by the local pigs (reminds me of those pig cops in Duke Nukem 3D) for running a red light. Bad luck for me.
No, I mean really bad luck as they weren’t just waiting for someone to run a red light but “happened” to be a few lanes across in an unmarked police car. I was following another car and the lights turned yellow so I thought “I’ll just follow him through” but as I never follow people stupidly close, the light went red about 2 seconds before I made it across.
The fine isn’t the worrying bit (which had to be paid on the spot)…what’s stressing me out is that this kind of offense carries with it a driving ban which ranges from 2 months to 2 years. Now if this isn’t enough to stress you out then here’s an example of the piece of shit country I live in: It can take anything between 3 months to over 1 year for you to receive notification of the driving ban which you’ll have to serve. Yes, you’ve just got to wait and the authorities consider this to be *O.K.*
Of course, if I were a government minister stopped for drink driving I would be let off without even a warning. Or if I were the head of the government motoring authority I could be stopped for speeding at over 200KM/h and have my sentence just quashed…and then appear before national TV and say to the nation than I have the right to do over 200KM/h on the motorway.
This is why this country has no hope, its fundamentally flawed.