She doesn't fancy the spiders.

You guys should try out getting to work at 6-7.

It's a nice opportunity to chat with my mate in Thailand and hound him about recs he hasn't checked out yet. One of those rare times when I'm the sober mother****er receiving wasted texts.

6am every day.

25 hour shifts are the ****ing worst.

Since the 90's.

I'd have a bullet in my head already if I'd been doing that **** for 30 years.

Boys do what they want, men do what they have to.

I usually start at 7.30 but if I'm feeling lazy I come in at 8, sometimes at 9.

And idiots have kids.

I used to have to be at the office for 7am, and was supposed to go home at 4pm, but being me, and everyone busy, I always stayed till the 6pm mark, when everyone who had begun their day at 9am went. I know; I'm an idiot. I'm just not the sort of person who can walk out when there's work still to be done. Well, I was. **** those guys now. :)

The good thing about being first in was that you got to put on your own music (NOT the crappy radio), put on the kettle, have some toast and relax a little before the paperwork arrived and you had to start actually doing some work. Nice to be there when it was dark too, watch the dawn slowly breaking.

what did you do for work, TH?

I'm like this too tbh. Work ethic is a gift and a curse.

I also quite enjoy this aspect of being in first (except I'm in a hallway and I just use headphones for tunes). I sit next to salesmen and starting the day off amidst yammering is weak sauce.

I used to work (almost thirty years, my only real job) for a freight firm. I'd have to be that early as a flight would arrive from Japan (not direct; nobody flew direct from Japan to Ireland, and they still don't. Think it was a KLM flight which came from Schipol) about 6am. I would have to prepare paperwork for Customs so that one of our larger customers could collect pallets of semiconductors at 8 and be on his way back to the plant in time for 9. It was all office work, but a lot of pressure. You were dealing mostly in Yen, so if you were tired or not paying attention, it was easy to overpay Customs duty to the tune of thousands or more. You really had to watch those zeroes!
Yeah, the trouble with being known for a good work ethic is that people take advantage of you. Happened all the time with me. Every day I'd say "I'm going to go at 4 tomorrow". Never did. Not once.

That's interesting, TH. I have the same question for Frownland too; what do you do?

Me = up at 5:30 most mornings to start work at 7 a.m.

That feeling when... you spend ten fumbling minutes trying to tie a knot in two ends of string that you knew were too short before you started....

I'm going to have to ask ... why? :confused:

Oh my job was great for the cold sweats. Like, most of our customers didn't pay VAT, legitimately, as they had a thing called a VAT Exemption granted them by the government. But in order to get the computer system at Customs and Excise to recognise this you had to ensure a certain code and number was input when you submitted the details of their shipment. If you forgot, it just assumed you were liable and took the VAT! Imagine having to go to your boss and say, "You know the way [company name redacted: hah!] have a VAT exemption? Well - and now, you're really going to find this funny, I promise! - I've sort of kind of paid the VAT by accident. Hmmm? Ah, about thirty thousand Euro...."
:shycouch:

Ah, the sleepless nights! The worst bit was when you realised A SECOND AFTER YOU HAD PUSHED SEND that you'd forgotten, and there was NOTHING you could do. The only thing you could pray for was that you had made some other error which would result in the "entry" getting "rejected", therefore not completed and allowing you to quickly insert the code before resubmitting....

Ah well luckily I'm a dick on top of it and will be blunt with them.

I run the marketing for a mid-sized mortgage company that's trying to become a big bank. I know I know, super predictable for my personality....

So you get to act smug and superior and get paid for it, and people have to suck up to you if they want to get a house. You must be in Heaven, if it existed.

Nah it's a buyer's market for lenders and I'm not just saying that as a sales tactic. Anyway I only talk to our B2B clients, not our actual borrowers.

^ Never done that, tying up a parcel then?

^ Yes that's the problem with the world of work; mistakes can lead to really big problems. I remember once I quite suddenly woke up at 3 in the morning with this thought pre-formed in my head; "Oh God! I made a mistake in that calculation I did yesterday afternoon!" Went to work the next morning, and sure enough, there it was, plain as day, which meant I had to recall an instruction that I'd already sent out to about ten people. :(

^ I'm impressed - and rather surprised that you're doing something so "straight", if you'll excuse the lapse into hippy jargon. I thought you'd be involved in arranging funding for local arts workshops or something....

Oh yeah, I see it now. Just couldn't figure it out. (Kids under 20: "Tying up a what?" :laughing:)
I remember I had a dream one night that I had forgotten to leave important delivery papers on the door of the office for the driver. Woke up literally in a cold sweat, realised he was only coming up TODAY, and that I had not in fact ****ed up. But for a while there I was seriously worried.

Yeah, Frown's just another corporate shill, despite his alternative credentials. :laughing:

I was told that advertising was just a big ole party. The mortgage industry was all I could break into, unfortunately. I plan on moving to something a little more my league when I've racked up some experience. He said as he continued to sink in quicksand.

Assuming you don't become a music sensation, of course.

Oh ja I'm really banking on that one.

tfw you've been off your meds for weeks and start to hear voices but it's just someone's TV hella loud.


ah.
whew.



IM NOT CRAZY
YOURE THE ONE THATS CRAZY
INSTITUTIONNNNNNN

all I wanted was lunch money man.

Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talked about it, so why don't you talk about it

Reminds me of time I was smoking a joint outside and was absolutely convinced there was a helicopter circling above me for like ten minutes. It was an air conditioner.

Nobody ever calls me sir without adding "You're making a scene..."

I'm more worried that I've only been carded twice in like five years.

What's 'carded'?

ID/age verification

*walks into gas station*

*gets beer and asks for cigarettes*

"ID?"

"No thanks, just the beer and cigarettes will be fine."

TFW you know there's a spider under your bed but you can't find it.

I'd get a hotel room.

TFW you have less than $5 in your account till tomorrow but you want weed and more booze and you also don't have a car and **** all the **** that isn't you getting weed and more booze. My god am I not an adult don't tell Plankton.

Invest it and turn 5 dollars into 500 DOLLARS!!!

lol

Tfw it's your 51st birthday and some random dude you jammed with years ago calls you to ask if you'd like to join his band.