Hmmmm
In a change of direction I have been forced to join the ranks of that strangest of breeds, The Call Centre Monkey. My addiction to things like having a roof over my head, food and drink meant that I had no choice but to take the job. The option of returning to the UK was just too horrible to contemplate.
It is a strange world indeed. It does attract a strange mix of people (especially in a city like Barcelona) and I have made the following observations
South American women, when they are fit they are TURBO NINJA FIT
Swedish women, undoubtedly fit but dull as a box of dirt. I enquired of one lassie "Why are you so fucking dull?" She explained that in Sweden they believe that when you have had enough of a good time you should stop, apparently they have a word for it. (Cough up some phlegm and you'll be saying the word) Apparently an example of this phenonemon is going out for a drink. Once you have a "wee glow" you stop drinking.
No such word exists in the Scottish Language
It appears I am the only straight, male, call centre monkey in captivity.
Some people are really fucking stupid
This stupidity is matched and occasionally exceeded by some call centre monkeys
They shouldn't make lebians in "fit" It is fishully NO FAIR
Thankfully the IT goons haven't blocked blog sites so I may be updating a little more regularly in the future
