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What’s More Painful: Lifting Your Entire Body Weight, or Breakast Radio?

February 22, 2009

It seems I may have to adjust the description of my site: for almost a month now, I’ve given up the grog in the name of fitness for the time being. This has been accompanied by a rather riduculous catalogue of other fitness-related activities at fairly criminal hours of the day. My early weights training [...]

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Oh! I Forgot Your Heroin

July 11, 2000

Me: (answers phone) Hello, how can I help you? My mum: Oh, hello! It’s your mum! Me: Oh, hi! How’s it going! My mum: Good! Just calling to say that we’ll meet you outside your work tonight, when you finish. We just arrived in Sydney from our Brisbane holiday. Me: Um… weren’t you supposed to [...]

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Mr Pop: Serial Murderer

May 22, 2000

Continued to muck around with Mr Marketing this week: Me: Oh, could you sign my timesheet please? Mr Marketing: Well, I’ll sign it… but if you think you’re getting paid, you’re mistaken. Me: Well, I certainly believe that I’m getting paid. Mr Marketing: You know, it’s good to have beliefs nowadays. They won’t necessarily take [...]

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Why I’ll Never Have a Data Entry Job Ever Again

April 14, 2000

It’s been about a week since I last updated because I’ve been so busy it’s not funny. As you may know by now, I got a new job last week. More about that later. Total random thought: I wonder what an orgasm would feel like backwards. It’d be all over before it began, really. But [...]

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Motel Adam

April 4, 2000

Re-re wind, the crowd say bo selecta! This stupid lyric has been in my head and after listening to it constantly for the past week (thanks Adam) I still don’t know what it means. And neither does he. It’s starting to get strangely catchy. I’ll be walking down the street and suddenly start rapping ‘AND [...]

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Life? Well It’s Like a Bicycle (You Get On and Go Round and Round and Round a Bit, and Then You Fall Off)

March 16, 2000

Well, it’s St Patrick’s Day tomorrow. Ms. J and The Rock wanted a big group of us to go straight to an Irish pub tomorrow night after work, which on reflection is seeming like a potential bad decision. Think about it. St Patrick’s Day. Where do people go? Irish pubs. Hopefully I’ll at least be [...]

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“Because I’m Bad, I’m Bad, I Play Bingo, I’m Bad…”

March 11, 2000

I think I outdid myself yesterday at work. I reached into my backpack to get a pen, and stuck it behind my ear. Well, I was about to stick it behind my ear, when I realised I’d pulled out a toothbrush instead of a pen. I don’t even know what the hell a toothbrush was [...]

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Did You Also Get the Betamax Injection?

March 10, 2000

There’s only a week left until I finish my current job. One of the girls who sits in my cubicle pod at work wanted to organise for us all to go to the pub next Friday for a farewell piss-up, but everyone’s lunches are on at different times. So now one of the women are [...]

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The Poojob: Car of the Year 2000

January 11, 2000

Yay – our contracts got extended at least until May at work, although they’ve warned us that they are ‘downsizing’ a bit, and a few of us will have to go. I think I’ll be okay though. That was really the only interesting thing that happened at work today, really. I spent most of the [...]

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