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Post by Antlerman Alfred Logan on Jun 24, 2003 12:51:39 GMT -5
not an uninspired title, actually, rather a refernce to my favourite talking heads song.
this morning i was all ready to start working as a removal man. this would have been a gloriously wonderful job. however, the fuckers messed me about, and the outcome is, i am not a removal man.
in a fit of pique, i decided to take the next job that came along.
tomorrow, and for the forseeable, i am going to be making frozen pizzas in salford.
having a job=good.
having a shite one=bad
on the plus side, i've got the new yossou n'dour album.
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Post by flum on Jun 25, 2003 11:41:39 GMT -5
So, to sum up, you were looking for a job, and then you found a job. And heaven knows you're miserable now.
Ah well, think of the money which'll let you buy lotsa lovely albums.
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Post by Antlerman Alfred Logan on Jun 28, 2003 13:12:43 GMT -5
i just got the song reference, and by strange coincidence, will be working in wythenshawe on monday.
pizza making is shite. but i did spend 20-odd hours working on my shoulders and upper back. and got paid for it. so as you say, weren't that bad.
resureccting this thread for no reason whatsoever.
egotism may be catching. even through the internet.
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