I found out something interesting today. There are heaps of recycling bins in my workplace, and I make extensive use of these. I even walk the extra distance away from my desk so I can be environmentally friendly, and throw my paper in the recycle bin.
I found out something I’m not supposed to know today. The recycle bins actually don’t get recycled. It’s just to make the business look good. How wacked is that? And to think that in the 3 months I’ve worked there, I’ve probably spent an average of about 3 minutes per day walking to the bin. So.. (hang on… hmm).. I’ve wasted about an hour of my life. I guess I’ll have to wait for daylight savings to come around again before I can claim that wasted hour back.
Because I had Monday off, I had the opportunity to watch some fantastic bad television. I always like watching kid’s game shows, because the hosts are always so crap. I think hosting a kid’s tv game show must be the jobs they give to the people who flunked in TV school. I watched something called Wipeout on Channel 7. The host was just ridiculous. There’s such in depth conversation on these shows..
Dickhead guy hosting the show: And here we have Damien. Hi Damien.
Kid: Uhh. Hi.
Dickhead guy hosting the show: So Damien. What do you like to do.
Kid: I dunno.
Dickhead guy hosting the show: Uhhh, yes you do. What were we talking about backstage just before?
Kid: Umm. Oh, I like basketball.
Dickhead guy hosting the show: GREEEEEAAAAT!!! (flailing arms everywhere) WOW! SO I bet you want to be a pro basketballer when you grow up!!!
Kid: Um. I guess so.
Dickhead guy hosting the show: GREEAAAAAAT!!! Well, let’s play WIPE OUT!! (cue hyperactive music and shots of sugar-fuelled kiddies in the audience)
It’s almost worth watching this show just trying to guess how many centimetres deep the makeup on the host’s face goes. It’s a shocker.
There’s someone at my work who always makes everyone feel like they’re stupid (there’s always one wherever you work). I think I’ve found the key to my revenge today, though. You see, my desk is right near the stationary cupboard, and I’ve noticed the odd rate at which Pacers disappear at my work. (You know, those refillable pencil thingies). Today, I noticed this particular staff member excalim out loud, “Oh shit. My Pacer’s empty”, and then witnessed them throw the Pacer in the bin and trot off to the cupboard to get another one.
I find this quite amusing. This person doesn’t realise Pacers are refillable. I was going to mention the fact to her today, but I’d rather be heartless and vindictive and announce the fact to her when there’s more staff members around. Or maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I’ll just keep this little nuggety fact until I need it.