Sunday, April 04, 2004
Hi this is the first of my posts last year. Back when i was quite... ... okay very tired with my work experience. Take it with a pinch of salt, cause i'm not over it and happy with the experience despite what it states here.
Hi ho,
If you recall, there was a period of time when i was complaining how one of my supervisors (Charles, who is really the love child of barney,
chucky and the creature from the blue lagoon) required me to wake up at unholy hours of the morning just to make it to work at 6 am, and thereafter follow garbage trucks for hours and hours on end, there by effectively rotting my nasal passages and turning them into the petroleum based product known as 'Cheez'. Not to mention being exposed to stink rays so powerful (and visible), that the plastic bits in my nose have evolved into higher form of intelligence (past moss, the stuff in between your toes, the
average Singaporean, blenders, stephen hawking, celery and otters. That’s right it, its up there with spatulas)
Good, so you don't remember.
Well that was just for 4 days. And now the son of chucky (Part II) is forcing me to do the same thing not 4 , 5 , 6 or even 10 days, but 16, yes
16, which as you obviously recognize is the number of the devil… … -650 which if you divide by 10 ( the number representing the same quantity
as X {no doubt the theme generation for a major soft drink which the son of chucky part II no doubt consumes} ) is the area code of Singapore! It all adds up doesn’t it? They’re out to get me! They’re all out to get me.
But wait there’s more ! Now, I’ve got to be at my work place at 5am. JOY! ELATION! PITCHFORK! CYANIDE! AND here’s the best bit yet. I HAVE TO
WORK ON SATURDAYS.
Though I should have expected it, the last time God was kind enough to give me a 2 day break, the next thing that hit me was large and Indian smelling (not that I’m racist but I can’t stand the smell on coconut oil on hair, just makes you want to BAKE something doesn’t it?) Sigh I only wish he’d let me on what was going to hit me. Please pray for me. I doubt I’ll make it very
long.
This is confidential you may pass it to anyone who know me, so that they may pray for me or source for cyanide for me.
Un cheers
Jon
P.S Due to earth’s polluted atmosphere, ultra Jon
can only retain his happy form for 3 minutes.
Time is running out… …
Hi ho,
If you recall, there was a period of time when i was complaining how one of my supervisors (Charles, who is really the love child of barney,
chucky and the creature from the blue lagoon) required me to wake up at unholy hours of the morning just to make it to work at 6 am, and thereafter follow garbage trucks for hours and hours on end, there by effectively rotting my nasal passages and turning them into the petroleum based product known as 'Cheez'. Not to mention being exposed to stink rays so powerful (and visible), that the plastic bits in my nose have evolved into higher form of intelligence (past moss, the stuff in between your toes, the
average Singaporean, blenders, stephen hawking, celery and otters. That’s right it, its up there with spatulas)
Good, so you don't remember.
Well that was just for 4 days. And now the son of chucky (Part II) is forcing me to do the same thing not 4 , 5 , 6 or even 10 days, but 16, yes
16, which as you obviously recognize is the number of the devil… … -650 which if you divide by 10 ( the number representing the same quantity
as X {no doubt the theme generation for a major soft drink which the son of chucky part II no doubt consumes} ) is the area code of Singapore! It all adds up doesn’t it? They’re out to get me! They’re all out to get me.
But wait there’s more ! Now, I’ve got to be at my work place at 5am. JOY! ELATION! PITCHFORK! CYANIDE! AND here’s the best bit yet. I HAVE TO
WORK ON SATURDAYS.
Though I should have expected it, the last time God was kind enough to give me a 2 day break, the next thing that hit me was large and Indian smelling (not that I’m racist but I can’t stand the smell on coconut oil on hair, just makes you want to BAKE something doesn’t it?) Sigh I only wish he’d let me on what was going to hit me. Please pray for me. I doubt I’ll make it very
long.
This is confidential you may pass it to anyone who know me, so that they may pray for me or source for cyanide for me.
Un cheers
Jon
P.S Due to earth’s polluted atmosphere, ultra Jon
can only retain his happy form for 3 minutes.
Time is running out… …
