Gav recently posted about an old crusty dude dressing up as a doc and going door-to-door 'examining' womens breasts. This story made me think of this pic...
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Its a picture!
Gav recently posted about an old crusty dude dressing up as a doc and going door-to-door 'examining' womens breasts. This story made me think of this pic...
Friday, April 28, 2006
The longest MeMe in THE UNIVERSE!!! #1
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Oh Dear
This post is concering the most long term, least serious relationship I have EVER had. Yes, that's right. This is about the Stress Releif. It is extremely rare for anybody to get a full story. This post is not written for anybody in particular. I need to get all of this out of my head, so that I can make the best possible judgement.
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Originally, when I met SR he was just one very charismatic good looking older guy. And I knew instantly that if I did not sleep with him, my head would explode. I quickly developed a crush on him. Raving about how cute he was in his suit and tie to my friends. But, in time, that wore off, and I just wanted to shag him again.
One night, shortly before Christmas, he was to go out with my housemate and one of his friends, but showed up while the original was out picking up his mate. So I sat and chatted to him for about half an hour. In this time we read magazines, and just made small talk. He confessed to me that he cheated on his last girlfriend, but he stated that he "kissed" someone else (which I knew at the time to be untrue) whilst he was sober, but didn't know why. He also admitted that he 'used to be a man-slut' but when I jokingly/sarcastically said 'and that's changed?' he denied that he was like that anymore. Which I also knew to be untrue.
And every time I spoke to him, for a period of about 5 months, I felt that if I didn't shag him, my head would explode.
It all came to a head one night. He rang me to talk to my housemate, and invited me out to the club with them. They buggered off and left me with his (hotHOT) brother and his (hotHOT) mates, and the girl he was going to shag that night. So I spent most of the night talking and joking with the hotHOT ones, and dancing with the girls. The girl he was aiming at asks me (constantly) what he's like. 'Is he going to take this seriously' kind of thing. I know he's not. I try to avoid the conversation and delfect the questions, but after two hours she gets to ask her question. I can't lie. I don't care who it is. I hate lying. So I told her. She confronts him when he gets back, and he leaves. I start texting him. I'm a tad uninhibited by now, and a tad toey. So after a few texts he calls me. I want to go with him, and he knows it, but I also wanted to stay a bit and dance more. He doesn't come back, but tells me to call him 'if I want'. End of night.
I talk to him a few days later. He deleted my number from his phone. Pissy at the fact I ruined his chance at a root. I ask if it was because of the conversation that followed. And he obviouslt realised I was sober enough to make an unaffected judgement, and to remember it too. He saves my number back into his phone.
My Grandfather died just days after that. On the train ride home, the day after, we start texting. He wants to catch up and have some fun. Obviously we can't. But there was definite intent to shag. The day that I get home he calls me. He knew I was coming home, but I did not inform him. My housemates phone is playing up, so he'd just call my phone instead. We'd flirt and chat each other up. He asked if he could come over, bit I was feeling kinda emotionally raw, and told him no.
The next night however, was a totally different story. The first day back at work. Being quizzed by about 3 different people, all day, about how the funeral was. I mean, FFS!!!, its a FUNERAL! What do you expect? Dancing and chocolate crackles?!? I sent him a text 'You got any plans tonight?'. And the rest is history...
Or so I thought.
When I moved it all started again. Because we could now do what we liked, and not get busted. And it was during these times, that he always managed to drop into the scene the fact that he thought he was going to get hurt out of this. And each of our meeting has become steadily more passionate, with LOADS of kissing. And the last time he left we did our normal biiiig passionate kiss, he walked out the door, then nips back in to kiss me squarely on the lips, no tongue. And he's gone.
We had arranged to 'meet up' tonight. I got all ready, and waited for him to let me know when he'd be coming over. Half an hour before he's due to finish work I call him. He tells me he can't really make it tonight. But he'd come over 'just to say hello'. So he drops over. We kiss at the door and in the kitchen. He says hello to the new housemate, then tells me he's been busy, and will call me tomorrow or friday. We kiss in the kitchen, in the hallway, in the front room, and at the door. Then he's gone.
WTF!!!
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Originally, when I met SR he was just one very charismatic good looking older guy. And I knew instantly that if I did not sleep with him, my head would explode. I quickly developed a crush on him. Raving about how cute he was in his suit and tie to my friends. But, in time, that wore off, and I just wanted to shag him again.
One night, shortly before Christmas, he was to go out with my housemate and one of his friends, but showed up while the original was out picking up his mate. So I sat and chatted to him for about half an hour. In this time we read magazines, and just made small talk. He confessed to me that he cheated on his last girlfriend, but he stated that he "kissed" someone else (which I knew at the time to be untrue) whilst he was sober, but didn't know why. He also admitted that he 'used to be a man-slut' but when I jokingly/sarcastically said 'and that's changed?' he denied that he was like that anymore. Which I also knew to be untrue.
And every time I spoke to him, for a period of about 5 months, I felt that if I didn't shag him, my head would explode.
It all came to a head one night. He rang me to talk to my housemate, and invited me out to the club with them. They buggered off and left me with his (hotHOT) brother and his (hotHOT) mates, and the girl he was going to shag that night. So I spent most of the night talking and joking with the hotHOT ones, and dancing with the girls. The girl he was aiming at asks me (constantly) what he's like. 'Is he going to take this seriously' kind of thing. I know he's not. I try to avoid the conversation and delfect the questions, but after two hours she gets to ask her question. I can't lie. I don't care who it is. I hate lying. So I told her. She confronts him when he gets back, and he leaves. I start texting him. I'm a tad uninhibited by now, and a tad toey. So after a few texts he calls me. I want to go with him, and he knows it, but I also wanted to stay a bit and dance more. He doesn't come back, but tells me to call him 'if I want'. End of night.
I talk to him a few days later. He deleted my number from his phone. Pissy at the fact I ruined his chance at a root. I ask if it was because of the conversation that followed. And he obviouslt realised I was sober enough to make an unaffected judgement, and to remember it too. He saves my number back into his phone.
My Grandfather died just days after that. On the train ride home, the day after, we start texting. He wants to catch up and have some fun. Obviously we can't. But there was definite intent to shag. The day that I get home he calls me. He knew I was coming home, but I did not inform him. My housemates phone is playing up, so he'd just call my phone instead. We'd flirt and chat each other up. He asked if he could come over, bit I was feeling kinda emotionally raw, and told him no.
The next night however, was a totally different story. The first day back at work. Being quizzed by about 3 different people, all day, about how the funeral was. I mean, FFS!!!, its a FUNERAL! What do you expect? Dancing and chocolate crackles?!? I sent him a text 'You got any plans tonight?'. And the rest is history...
Or so I thought.
When I moved it all started again. Because we could now do what we liked, and not get busted. And it was during these times, that he always managed to drop into the scene the fact that he thought he was going to get hurt out of this. And each of our meeting has become steadily more passionate, with LOADS of kissing. And the last time he left we did our normal biiiig passionate kiss, he walked out the door, then nips back in to kiss me squarely on the lips, no tongue. And he's gone.
We had arranged to 'meet up' tonight. I got all ready, and waited for him to let me know when he'd be coming over. Half an hour before he's due to finish work I call him. He tells me he can't really make it tonight. But he'd come over 'just to say hello'. So he drops over. We kiss at the door and in the kitchen. He says hello to the new housemate, then tells me he's been busy, and will call me tomorrow or friday. We kiss in the kitchen, in the hallway, in the front room, and at the door. Then he's gone.
WTF!!!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Theres alot to be said for...
Teamwork, organisational skills and co-ordination.
Our sister department has recently ordered in more rats than they know what to do with. They literally do not have the required number of boxes to house these animals. They have known about this for about three months. And they order the boxes to come in THE DAY BEFORE the animals arrive.
Tuesday comes around. No boxes. Uh-oh. They need to be washed before they can be used, and then autoclaved FOR 16 HOURS before use. And there is WAAAY more than one autoclave load of boxes ordered.
Wednesday arrives. So do the rats. But still no boxes. Frantic calls to the sister departmental manager. The useless one doesnt want to know. An hour passes while we frantically try to find many years previously discarded boxes for housing the little fuzzy ones. (One of the joys of working in an institution... nothing ever gets thrown out.) Then we get a call. The boxes have arrived... at the dock a kilometer away, and they want our department to arrange transport to get them to us. We call the useless one. The boxes arrive late that afternoon.
Here is a list of the things that are wring with the boxes
1) They were not what was highly recommended to buy, and not what the order codes were supplied for, from our own staff.
2) They are not autoclavable. And, by looking at them, I'd think that if the rats ever got a tooth-hold in them, they'd be chewed through in a few days.
3) They had no lids. If you've ever known a pet rat you'll know they are extremely smart, inquisitvie animals, who are rather adept at escaping. NO LIDS DAMMIT!!!
4) The water bottles that arrived with the boxes are tooo small.
5) The water bottle sippers are no longer used in our department because removing them causes people to get RSI. And they also ordered the same metal sippers that we normally use! (WTFness?!?)
6) The water bottle racks are too small to fit the water bottles.
I had to laugh when I heard all of this. There were others who were extremely pissed (not that I blame them, but out of laughing and being pissed, everybody is safer with me being insane). This could have been easily avoided, excet the useless one does not listen to the most senior member of her staff. He supplied the info from the last order, of the boxes that have been used for the past couple of years, that work quite well. And she went off and found all new info, and ordered, without checking to see, from the grass-roots level staff, if they would be applicable to our facility.
Our sister department has recently ordered in more rats than they know what to do with. They literally do not have the required number of boxes to house these animals. They have known about this for about three months. And they order the boxes to come in THE DAY BEFORE the animals arrive.
Tuesday comes around. No boxes. Uh-oh. They need to be washed before they can be used, and then autoclaved FOR 16 HOURS before use. And there is WAAAY more than one autoclave load of boxes ordered.
Wednesday arrives. So do the rats. But still no boxes. Frantic calls to the sister departmental manager. The useless one doesnt want to know. An hour passes while we frantically try to find many years previously discarded boxes for housing the little fuzzy ones. (One of the joys of working in an institution... nothing ever gets thrown out.) Then we get a call. The boxes have arrived... at the dock a kilometer away, and they want our department to arrange transport to get them to us. We call the useless one. The boxes arrive late that afternoon.
Here is a list of the things that are wring with the boxes
1) They were not what was highly recommended to buy, and not what the order codes were supplied for, from our own staff.
2) They are not autoclavable. And, by looking at them, I'd think that if the rats ever got a tooth-hold in them, they'd be chewed through in a few days.
3) They had no lids. If you've ever known a pet rat you'll know they are extremely smart, inquisitvie animals, who are rather adept at escaping. NO LIDS DAMMIT!!!
4) The water bottles that arrived with the boxes are tooo small.
5) The water bottle sippers are no longer used in our department because removing them causes people to get RSI. And they also ordered the same metal sippers that we normally use! (WTFness?!?)
6) The water bottle racks are too small to fit the water bottles.
I had to laugh when I heard all of this. There were others who were extremely pissed (not that I blame them, but out of laughing and being pissed, everybody is safer with me being insane). This could have been easily avoided, excet the useless one does not listen to the most senior member of her staff. He supplied the info from the last order, of the boxes that have been used for the past couple of years, that work quite well. And she went off and found all new info, and ordered, without checking to see, from the grass-roots level staff, if they would be applicable to our facility.
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