Stressless in Jafaland

Just an update really on my current situation.

I have realised that I have no stress what so ever - a pure dichotomy in comparison to my former position in my former... organisation.

The assistant manager assures me of management in a store soon, I don't really want it as I make more cash now compared to a regional manager and have no shit to deal with and take home till the wee hours of the morn.

I catch up with mates regularly and my girl friend / shag thing (haha).

The only real casualty was my cat - he had to be moved along and in my mind he rests peacefully at the feet of some blue dyed elderly type with a jaguar and a chauffeur.

Alternatively, he took a sleep and waits for me probably pissed off on the other side, waiting to claw my after life eyes out after staking his ground out torrent of urine style on my after life bed.

Ginger prick.

Also, I've finally gotten out of my black thing - wearing all black all the time that is...

And the IT security stuff I'm dedicating time too and learning about is the shiznit nizzles.

OK - that's me for now, and ta to anna for the virtual xmas card.

Peaced out and blissful.

TFRM.

How to wind down: Number One

1. A nice still summers night approx. 10pm
2. Chalk Hill Blend 60% Shiraz, 30% Cabernet Sauvignon, and 10% Grenache Mc Laren Vale 2005.
3. Calyx and Teebee - The Divide

Class...

I saw the funniest shit today...

but first, some context...

my team consists of the hard core, the stoner's and the "i'm just doing this whilst i perfect my craft"

one of the latter, a computer programmer fluent in several major languages was dealing with a customer inquiry.

a cashier (and also a hard core guitar hero) had received a phone call from a customer about dvd players, this person came to our department and asked the programmer for help.

the programmer said "sure i'll help", he was leaning against a cabinet.

the inquiry was about a product not in our area, the programmer quickly established this fact and quantified it with the cashier - they both agreed that it wasn't relevant to our department.

the programmer then screwed up the bit of paper with the customers details and threw it on to the floor.

upon seeing this without context i ran over and kicked it further away as to avoid the eye of customers and it flitted about 5 metres away, further to the dismay of the cashier. upon realising this, i proceeded to crack up uncontrollably, to the sound of a meek cashier saying, "someone needs to call the customer"

later on i quizzed the programmer about his actions - to which he replied, "those cashiers just dont know how we roll".

pure class.