Archive for August, 2008

Work

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

Well, I finally got myself a job. It’s nothing fantastic - I’m just working at a company called Sitel (who I believe used to be called, or now have something to do with Client Logic). It’s basically a tech support call centre. They outsource support for various companies, such as Toshiba.

The money is reasonably good, at £7.56/hour, which goes up after 6 months. I’ll be working on a monthly time rota, so one week I’ll do 9-5, then another 8-4, then another 10-6, then another 2-10, with one weekend per month in exchange for a Wednesday and Thursday, I believe.

Anyway, hopefully it’ll be fairly enjoyable, and I’ll gather the cash to sort a new place to live, as well as study the MCDST.

They have a pool table and a machine that dispenses chocolate milk, which I can’t wait to check out.

I start tomorrow.

Imagine

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

You cuddle up to that special person in the warmth of your soft bed.
You drift deep into a sleep after a long day, and let dreams flow through your mind.
You awake to find yourself kicking in water.
It’s dark.
You can see the depths of a swimming pool surrounding you through the glass windows on the ceiling.
The dull glare from the street lights gives you glimpses of the disturbingly still water.
A fork of lightning stirkes.
You see the shape of a person, their face laced with blood and scars, crouched on the floor.
The white glow of their eyes meets yours.
You hear a high pithced scream.
Splash.

Font Browsing

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

It has been quite a while since I went browsing for fonts, but a website I have been developing recently brought on the need to have a look around. It has always bewildered me, the various names that fonts have. Whilst looking through a free font website, I found two with names that particularly amused me.

Kudos to the designer.

Awesome Apartment

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

It’s tiny, but that bed deck is so awesome!

http://exeter.gumtree.com/exeter/86/26166086.html

Big Pile of Hate

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

It has been a little while since I have posted anything, and an even longer while since I have posted anything worth reading, so I thought I’d have a bit of a rant about the things that are getting to me right now.

Idioms. I fucking hate idioms. Even the definition of the word idiom is stupid:

An idiom is an expression, that is a term or phrase whose meaning cannot be deduced from the literal definitions and the arrangement of its parts, but refers instead to a figurative meaning that is known only through common use.”

When someone is explaining something, and they finish with “it’s easy as pie!”, it just makes we want to destroy their teeth. How is pie easy? What about pie is easy? That doesn’t even make sense!

If you have been reading for a while, you’ll know that I had a couple of job interviews lately at some website development companies. One of them was fantastic, and unfortunately I didn’t get it, which I was a little disappointed at. The other, however, was a complete shambles. My input was fine, the interview went well. However, the manager completely forgot I was coming, so I had to sit around for thirty minutes and wait for him to prepare some work for me to do, and nobody else in the sausage-fest office even bothered saying hi.

At one point I called one of them over to ask him a question, and he was a complete condescending prick. One of the other guys actually lost his arse in the abnoxiousness. Seriously, he was about eleven feet tall, and if you stood him against a wall you’d be able to draw a perfectly straight line. Man, they were a bunch of idiots. I didn’t even hear back from the agent who was obsessing over the position. Fuck them.

I was contacted about a technical support position earler, by one of those typical over-bubbly females that works for a recruitment agency. You know, the kind that wake you up at 10am with a “HELLO THIS IS MARY SPEAKING, I AM CALLING WITH REGARDS TO THE POSITION YOU ENQUIRED ABOUT, DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE!?” that has every inflection known to man and cat. After the delightful phone call we had, she e-mailed me about the position, and I replied. Amongst my reply was the following:

“Also, what sort of technical support would the successful candidate be offering? I’m assuming it’s IT support, but it appears to be a little vague.”

To which she replied:

“Dealing with technical support from Toshiba customers.”

I sat there thinking “did I not just say that it was vague!? You could have at least said you don’t know instead of repeating what your stupid Word document says, you idiot. Can you actually read, or are your eyes just engulfed in that mocking happiness you spew down the phone to unemployed people who were happily sleeping? In fact, do you even know who Toshiba are? In fact! Your reply is completely illegitimate! I’m going to be dealing with technical support from Toshiba customers? What!?”

Is not being able to use a camera part of the job requirement to work at a letting agency? Have you ever looked for properties online? Not only do all of letting agents’ website developers completely suck, and restrict image sizes to stupid dimensions, but nobody can even take good photos of properties anymore. I’m half tempted to make a website titled “Exeter Property Pictures” and offer to go around and take pictures of all of the properties available to rent or buy. I mean, for fuck sake, Google will give you however many gigabytes of free space. What’s with all of these 300×300px images of the outside of a property that might not even be the one available? Idiots.

Why do people feel the need to touch a monitor when they’re pointing at something? If anything it makes the thing you’re pointing at harder to see, because your fucking finger is covering it! IF I TOUCH IT THEY’LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN SMUDGE SMUDGE SMUDGE.

The things people say and do on Facebook make me wonder how people manage to butter their toast in the morning. I’m not going to go into a huge list of stupidity, but this is something that one of my friends wrote on another of my friends’ wall:

Im guessing your not Gyming it with me 2nite? Il be there at 6.10, see you there!!!!

I’m not even going to bother taking that apart. Just reading it makes me want to tear off my eyelids.