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June 1, 2008

What do you do when you can’t get comfortable where you are?

I think its time to go home.

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I got THAT close

June 1, 2008

That is the great and SEXAY Michael Buble!

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Of zombie sheep and concussed pigs.

May 21, 2008

I had a moment the other day at work. Of terrifying shock. The drunk sheep that we had in were having surgery. And one of the poor buggers died on the tablešŸ˜¦

So we had him in the fridge waiting for the body man to collect him. I’d completely forgotten about him when I went to go in the next day to throw something in the fridged bin. As I opened the door and walked into the dark coolroom, all I could see was these black legs extending out of the gloom. I glanced over and all I could see was this dead sheep, head back, stretched out with about a 5″ hole in the side of its chest, with its heart half hanging out, leads all over its chest and legs.

I nearly shat myself. You know in those zombie/vampire/slasher flicks where the chick gets the crap scared out of her by something creepy, but trivial, and then gets killed? That’s what it felt like. The first thing I did was turn around and yell at my supervisor.

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So I was walking through one of the areas where we have a few pigs in. The radio was on and I was singing. Now, I’m so not Oz Idol material, I know that, but if the music is loud enough I just figure that it will drown it out. Apparently I’m very wrong about that.

As I was walking up, one of the pigs spooked, and ran around his pen for a bit. I walked over to his pen to calm him down.

Well he totally flipped. He spun around and ran outside so fast that smacked himself into the steel door on the way out! I had to go in to see how he was doing. As I walked in he froze at the far end of the outside bit. I crouched down and spoke quietly to him until he began to approach me. All of a sudden it was like he went ‘oh, its you!’ He cruised over and began to chew on my overalls like nothing had happened.

Working with animals is never boring.

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May 16, 2008

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Coinkidink?

May 13, 2008

A few months back I met a blogger. Not an online meet where we read each others diaries. A real meet up, where we got to see and smell and touch each other. Ok. So we didn’t touch each other the first time, but we do now. And not in that way.

Anyhoo, the first time we met I told him which approximate area I lived in. You know, you don’t want to tell them too much in case they turn out to be type of person who makes you glad you don’t have pet bunnies. And he told me that he had friends who lived in a penthouse apartment on my street. I laughed and said something along the lines of ‘it wouldn’t be my apartment block, it’s too small.’

Recently we met up again for dinner, coffee and a movie. After a nice dinner and a chat about his penis over coffee, we went to see Iron Man. Fantastic movie. Some serious hotness right there, with a sense of humour too. Noice. But it was quite a long movie and by the time it got out it was a tad late to be walking the streets by myself. So I begged a lift home. And as I directed him the the Xth building on the right in my street he laughed. Turns out that yes, his friend does live the floor up from me, in my tiny apartment block.

I so could add a cliche right here.

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Moving on

May 6, 2008

Ok. I’m not wallowing any more. I was intending to put up another post but I didn’t get around to it. I have no excuse. I’ve been slack.

So moving away from wallowing…

Where I’m working now we’ve got some sheep. We had some sheep in to check on. We only needed one but we had to have two, cuz you can’t leave them alone. They get stressed if they’re by themselves. So some other guys were checking the sheep in question, and its friend was left alone for a few hours. And it called. And called. And called.

It sounded very much like the drunk guy that you see outside the nightclub at 3 am. You know, the one that is so drunk he has been ejected from the club, and is sitting sprawled against a wall, possibly with a little vomit smeared down his front. He’s so drunk he can’t even talk. All he can do is make some kind of growling, choking, zombie sound. Well that was what this sheep sounded like. And after ever ‘baa’ (for want of a better onomotopia) I kept waiting for the following words…

‘ya gots noice tits!’

The bane of my existance. Waiting for a lonely sheep to tell me the obvious.

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One day to wallow.

April 30, 2008

I’m so fucking sick of this stage of my life right now. Right now everything is stuck, and shitty. I’m tired and bored and frustrated. I know the future is really looking forward, but right now I’m in several places as low as I can go.

Work sucks. The demotion is really getting to me. I’m beginning to really get pissed off at the big boss who shafted me down there. I requested HR get involved back in December. And my supervisor went to him the same day and requested they didn’t get involved. The new position itself is ok. More hands on animal work and out in the sun all day. No work politics. And I do get along well with my new supervisor. But a demotion is still a demotion.

I am no longer seeing Overflow. After 3 months he has become too busy to get laid. I asked him how long it would be for and he didn’t know. His words were ‘thats the essence of something casual… it can stop as easy as it starts…’ WTF!!! I thought of this guy as a friend. I spent the las three months developing a friendship with this guy. That may start easily, but it sure as hell doesn’t end easily. I don’t really give a damn about the sex ending. I can always get that somewhere else. But ending a friendship because there is no more sex to hold it up, that’s enough to make you develop instant tourettes!

Fucking cunts, the lot of them.

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