Beer Cravings

I've been getting wicked beer cravings lately. I mean in the middle of the day and the middle of the week. Not cravings to be drunk, but cravings for a beer. And for the most part I've been giving in. I mean, I've had a 2 Litre bottle of Pepsi Max in our fridge since we moved in, and most of it's still there. Because I've been having beer at home. And now it's 10:56 am. I'm at work. And I want a beer.

Does this make me a burdgeoning alcoholic?

Damn you, punctuality!

Typical. Bloody typical.

I turn up for work 15 minutes early, due to some fancy train maneuvering. I arrive at the lobby to find out the elevators and doors aren't working. Most people had been there since 7. So I hung out for 20 minutes. And then the doors worked again. I only missed 6 minutes of my shift, damnit! I wanted some on-the-clock bludging! Damnit!

At least it was slightly better than that time Ted jumped in the elevator and said "Wouldn't it be funny if it stopped?" And then it stopped. For an hour.

Deadlines

Ok, Telstra said the internet'd be connected after the 24th. Craig checked the order and it says "ON the 24th". Then Tanja got a message saying the 21st. It came on the afternoon of the 23rd. Thank you Telstra. For making us laugh at deadlines. Again.

And when it rains, it pours. I go from having no shirts to do to having near a billion.

Han-r: Needs 4 shirts. All with gothy skull-with-butterfly wings designs in silver on black shirts. Fairly simple. The original deadline was the 25th, but she's agreed to 2 on the 25th and two later. Did those two last night. Need to buy more plastic for stencils before I can do the other two.
X Quabed: The boys needed a bunch of shirts (10 to be precise) but were too poor at the moment to buy the good quality. Meh, I don't blame them, but it makes for tough shirting when their logo is a big yellow oval with the band name on it. The name is easy, but getting a smooth oval of paint of a thin cheap tshirt is tough. It takes two or three coats and a crap-load of waiting. Craig helped me with some of the shit-work, and now all the ovals are done. Now all I have to do is organise with the band to meet up and get my money and their shirts.
Dave: Poor Dave. He asked me for a Cowbell shirt ages ago on my MySpace, but it was a time when I hadn't checked MySpace in a week. Now he's sent me the thumbnail and I've printed the stencil, but then I ran out of stencilling plactic. So he has to wait more. Argh. Poor dude. He'll think I'm stalling.

Plus I've got two and a half blanks for Craig (although he's happy at the moment with his 8 new shirts that he won't miss two more in the short term).

I've taken to wearing a bandanna at work because as my hair grows longer, it becomes more and more of a pain. Usually I'll wear a fedora outside, but I can't wear a headset over it like I do a cap. So on goes the bandanna. My boss has taken to "reminding" me that I have a hanky on my head. Two or three times a day even. Aussie humour at it's finest. Up there with calling someone with red hair "Bluey". Oy.

New and Old

So we're in the new place now, and it's shaping up to be really nice (a lot sooner than I expected, too. I was expecting a month of half-unpackedness). We get the 'Net at home on the 24th, so still waiting. Undertaking a big t-shirt job, and hoping that I can get it finished (and at a decent level of quality) in time for the 27th. Pressure.

And we had a School Day at work. Everyone's in their old uniforms. I didn't have one, so I made due with a white shirt, my Shaun of the Dead tie, grey slacks and a maroon hat I bought from St. Vinnie's. Considering I never HAD a uniform for school (not being raised in a fascist regime), I think I did ok. I feel like a dork, thoguh, and people gave me funny looks on the train.

The L. Brown Suction-Cup Dart Institute Of Office Management

The LBSCDIOM Method of Dealing With Marketing:


The LBSCDIOM Method of Customer Service:


The LBSCDIOM Method of Dealing With The Hot-Button Issue of Children In Advertising:



There'd be more pictures, but we can't get these darts to stick on peoples' foreheads, even after rigorous hours of trying.

All these lessons can be yours for just $2.50 per dart-gun.

Wisdom for us all.

"So everytime I don't get one of your jokes, I cop a dart?"

-Ted, on the role of suction-cup dart guns in office politics.

Vanity (Warning: Wacky Hair Photo Post)

(Blurty people, head to the Blog to see these pics.)
I was this bored at work. I was on hold to wireless tech support for 47 minutes (it'd have been more, but I gave up). That's a record. And people wonder why I wear hats a lot. This is why:

Flock of Seagulls!









Fear the Fringe.









Shocked! Shocked and appalled!









Windblown Dragonball Hair!









After a little while of this and being amused at people's inability to concentrate while speaking to me, Toby finally broke the silence:

"Dude, put your cap back on. You're freaking me out."

Gift of Giving

I bought a magnetic dartboard for our part of the office. Then I got to watch as like 8 people (Ted included) were entranced by it. There might even have been an instance of using my cast-iron griddle (which I also bought) to block the darts, making a loud "Bliiiiang!" noise which everyone around us enjoyed immensely. I haven't seen people so excited since the time we brought in those toy guns.

"If he doesn't comply, send his wife a bit of him in the post."

Watching Dead Ringers. A bit meh, but I like when they put someone in character dress and put him on the street with regular people. They had someone as a Tom Baker Doctor Who, and another as Russell Crowe in full Maximus gear talking to builders for his ruins. Very funny. And they have Tony Blair speak like this: "I'm very outraged. Serious forehead, tilt of head, and gentle hand gesture showing the togetherness of Britain's people."

Oh, and we had Christmas. I got an iPod Video. Tis very flash. However, I learned that if I put the entire contents of my harddrive, games, documents, everything, it wouldn't fill up. Shocking.

Also, I just bought Tanja a Kylie CD. She said an Australian woman of a certain age needs one. Go figure.

And we've found a new house. We move on the 18th. It's here.