Kévin

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So I’ve acquired a Toronto VOIP number that is presently being spoofed by Telemarketers.  I’m getting varying levels of threatening phone calls.  Here are but a few.  Telephone numbers included to expose the stupid.

I’m a rather angry lady!
I’ll get you!

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So it’s been some time since I have update this website. What can I say
I’ve been known to be like this occasionally, after all divertisty is the
flavour of life and all that.

I’ve been toying around recently with a couple blogs and software things
that I’ve considered replacing this wordpress blog with, such as Mobile Me and Nanoblogger. However, although both
concepts are good they aint WordPress and it’s rather nifty intigration to
email, mobile, sms et al. So this will still remain the primary port of
call for useless crap and information on myself. Which means I have to
spend some time updating pages and the like.

But enough about this junk, recently after getting our gas and electric
bill through for 550 quid I decided that I’m not too happy with being
where I am, not because it’s a bad place, I loves it and it’s got good
parking, but it’s more of not having my own space and then having to shell
up for a shitload of gas and electric I wasn’t around to use. So I have
to cough up over a hundred quid of that and I’m not best pleased.

So I went looking for a new flat, I had a look at a rather expensive 2
bedroom at City View, it was lovely, I did the maths and I could have
possibly afforded it. Until I factored in Council Tax, Telly Licence and
all the other bills you’d expect, I could still do it, but I’d never see
the light of day again.

I then checked out another place in Clifton, it was a ground floor studio,
it was really tiny and would have cost 50 quid less than the two bed only
because it happened to be in Clifton! So I had a look at a third place
and I loved it, it’s a studio, barely any parking, but it’s only 30 quid
more a month than what I’m paying now. Granted I will have to pay council
tax, etc but the utilities will be my own spendature and it will be my own
space. But the best thing is, it’s so unbelievably central for 425!
Serious.

So now I’m just waiting back on my references and to confirm my moving in
date for the end of March, I’ll need to obtain furnature and other wordly
objects that I have no money for, but what can I say, it will be worth it.

But on a more crap note, I got paid 300 less this month than normal, so my
finances are in a bit of a shit state for the moment, but I think I’ve
managed a way out of it, so in theory this is an a-ok moment now.

Anyways, I shall post some images of the new place shortly. For now, this
is a rather longer than normal update from me! Oh and I haven’t bothered
to check the spelling etc so if it’s a bit pants leave a comment or
something and I’ll do nowt about it.

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So this is my windscreen crack.  I’m still really annoyed, things like this always seem to happen when I’m on such a low, just one thing after another until finally it’s all stacked up to a whole lot of no good.  And this is an additional cost I could really do without.  But as is life really.

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This morning there was ice, a fair bit of ice and as I came in to work the
full extent of an ungritted road was quite clear. A man in an “executive”
car pulled in front of me at a mini roundabout and nearly smashed in to
the side of him because the car slid with ABS wildly trying to bring me
off to a stop.

Then as I was going up a small incline my tyres slid everywhere and the
car struggled to get up, nearly pin balled around a corner. Then fianlly
the halarious part of my hatred of humanity.

As I came around the second corner I had to stop for a couple stopped
cars, I tried to do so, the car slid, alot, the two cars moved off I was
still sliding so I had to come to a complete stop to regain my composure
and avoid cracking a massive 4×4 in to a kerb thus costing me money I
haven’t got on wheels, alignment and other such crap.

Eventually I did stop and the woman came flying around the corner and
smacked her brakes with the enthusiasm of a retarded child in a nightclub.
I moved in to our car park by making that right hand turn I was trying to
do and all I could see was her sour fat face glaring at me.

I just wanted to get out and say:
DON’T GIVE ME FACE BITCH.

That would have inproved my day single handedly.

p.s PINE says: [ Spell-checking file « /usr/bin/spell » not found ]
So I might have to proof read this

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Here I am in bed at 8pm like a good boy. As you can clearly tell this is
not ideal really, I’m 25, I should be drunk oin a ditch some where or
shouting somebody elses name in the throws of passion in yet another 20
minute relationship. But instead I’m in bed, too lazy to make my dinner
so I will opt to take this as a weight loss aid and not bother with the
whole food thing. Rather depressing really.

I was also going to make a humourous witty post about my day and what
crazy antics I’ve been up to, but to summarise it: LOL then sat behind the
same desk on the same fat ass I’ve had since 2003.

I’m experiencing a moment where I realise I should be getting more out of
my life, nothing is stopping me from doing so, but I find myself dragged
down on the same level all the time and this must change. I’ve asked
myself why am I dirt poor all the time? Because, although to my horror I
make a rather sound level of salary I’m far too stupid to be able to
budget and look at where I can save money rather than piss it away on lazy
people food (takeaways) and constantly going to Sainsburys at lunch to
feed yet again. Then there is my outgoings, I’ve cut a few things now,
it’s opened more spending money (which I promptly piss away).

I’ve got a rather good concept for dealing with this and the thing is I
have to be able to hold myself to it and not just find an excuse on why
this or that spend is OK when clearly it isn’t.

This will mean I then get in to the habit of leaving the house or the
workplace and get out there living my life, meeting people, doing things
and possibly who the hell knows!

This years I’m now planning my holiday 6 months early, that’s 6 months to
cover costs and make sure I can have an enjoyable time and not find myself
booking the car hire and tickets at the last possible minute and having to
live a week before payday on 35p in another country again.

Basically, I have to grow up a bit. Which isn’t easy. But we shall try
all the same.

And the thing is. I look forward to this challenge. You can’t just
continue to use two pots after all, just buy a bigger one.

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As you can clearly tell by the time stamp this is a sunday. We like
sundays because basically you can’t do anything with them shops are closed
and generally even the terrorists wait until a Monday to blow up trains
(as if the train companies actually needed help!).

So to find myself working a Sunday is not normally too much of an issue.
Except for today. So far it’s been non-stop action on the phones and it’s
been rather mentalistic, not only that I’ve been stealing any foodstuff I
can find and eating like a tramp, because I’m starvin marvin (which isn’t
a bad thing really).

But I’m here to elect my VIP* of the day:
“My Wing Mirror is dangling off”
(takes details)
All you’ll need to do is drop this off to your local Forddealer and
they’ll give us a call for authority and be able to sort that out.
“I can’t, I work nights, I want somebody to come to me”
Unfortunately I have no way of doing that, there is no provision for a
mobile service, I can speak with a bodyshop and see if they will be able
to do something, but again it will be within working hours as there is no
evening service.
“Well I work nights”
As I’ve explained I’ll try and get something sorted out for you, it will
need to wait until tomorrow when the garages reopen but it may come down
to you needing to go some where during the day.
“(I stopped listening at this point)”
Thanks for calling Europcar *click*.

I really don’t have time for people like that, I can do what I can but at
the end of the day you’ll need to at some point wipe your own ass because
I ain’t doing it.

== UPDATE ==

Just had a close runner up for the VIP* award:
“Broken down, not starting”
Reg?
“Blah blah”
Milage?
“I can’t see it.”
Is there any way to get it for me as we need the current milage I’m
afraid.
“Can’t get it”
Any particular reason?
“Digital display”
That’s fine, Where abouts is the vehicle so we can get it attended?
“Home”
Which will be….
“51 Road Avenue”
Which is in…
“Roadsville”
…..

Because obviously I’m psychic I can see in your car notice that it’s a
digital display and where you’re sat at the moment. Eejiot.

*VIP = Very (Self)Important Pillock.

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I quite like my job, but this week has been a test of my patience. Today is either the final test or at least the midway point to a complete breakdown.

Having been gone no less than 16 hours from a four day long non-stop working stint i’m back in for a full day of sunday halarity. So far it’s been one exciting level of human retardation after another. Don’t get me wrong but i like helping people out otherwise i’d not be working in a customer service job, but lord are these people utter pillocks.

I’ve had one man sparking off about his car not working and the battery being dead, but he then told me he’s spent the last TWO MONTHS jump starting it and he went to get a new battery friday that would have fixed the problem but the kwik fit he went to said we wouldn’t authorise it (without calling up first). He then went on to say that he couldn’t be bothered to call us or argue and left. Sorry mate, driver error.

The next highlight was one chap without any form of brakes on his car, as amusingly dangerous this happens to be he said “well i drove it back to the depot i figured 50 mile an hour on a clear motorway would be fine”. I took joy in reminding him what happens if you smack in to something at that speed.

Then there was “i know better man”, i know what i do myself and i have some knowledge to work from but by no means do i know it all. But everytime i get one of these jerks i seem to know better than them. He called in with one light dimmer than the other on the headlamps. I advised this sounds like an electrical issue with the vehicle and that the company would not have put two different bulbs in, he confirmed it was the exact same bulb, but said in the usual condescending tone “well i’d like to disagree as when he was testing a bulb he left a small piece of plastic foam on it and it lit fire” i enquired “did that bulb go in your car?” he advised “no” chalk another one up on the moron board.

And now the odd call – “i’ve injured myself and can’t drive, nothing to do with the car but can my friend drive it?”, i didn’t dare ask what he did, but what ever it was he must have done a spectacular job, i told him as long as they’ve got insurance to drive it under their policy on minimum third party only then it’s fine. They checked the policy wording and confirmed and off they went.

Now I wait, patiently for another heap to present itself on my line. The only redemption i get is knowing somebody has to say us 5p a minute to hear my voice.

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So I’m uploading junk to my LJ Scrapbook.  Love it.

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