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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
8:47 PM Cash Rules Everything Around Me Another usual day at work was turned on its head yesterday when I had to make a phonecall. Not normally such a difficult thing to do, I've been using the phone all the time since I managed to master touchtone ("Homer, you already dialled"). The format of the call was meant to go like this: COMPANY: Hello [company], how can I help? ME: Hi, it's the barcode pimp here, I needs to talks to your Logistics Manager urgently, foo'! Not exactly a difficult situation, it shouldn't have deviated much from the above plan, however there was a problem. The company was called -get this- Mr Creamy. And the call went like this: COMPANY: Hello? ME: Hi, is that Mr Crea- *burst out laughing* COMPANY: *silence* ME: Sorry, is that Mr Cre- *burst out laughing again* COMPANY: *laughs nervously* ME: I'm really sorry about that! Is that Mr Creamy? COMPANY: Er... yeah. ME: Can I speak to [logistics manager] please? COMPANY: Huh? I think you've got the wrong place, there's nobody like that here. ME: Isn't this [phone number]? COMPANY: No, this is [phone number]. I dialled the wrong number!! Honest mistake to make, come on. But then why did the guy say yes when I asked for Mr Creamy?? ----- What's the difference between Opal Fruits, Fruitella and Chewits? I know Opal Fruits became Starbursts, but all the rest are different things right? So then how come I remember them all being exactly the same? ----- Someone at work had a birthday the other day, and as the custom goes she had to bring in cake. Great news for me; I love cake like a fat kid love cake. So I pick up one of these yellow tarty things and take a bite: "Man alive!" I yelled, "This tastes like a raft of lemons!". What an odd thing to say. A quick google later, and I realised the phrase "raft of lemons" was from a kids book that we used to have read to use in school. It's so weird, I'd completely forgotten about that series of stories (Julian by Ann Cameron) for years and years, and that phrase just popped out of nowhere.  Strange how the brain works. The thing about us only using 10% of our brains seems about right; the other 90% must be used to store tons of useless information from your life that you think you'd forgotten about. Luckily my Simpsons knowledge occupies 99% of the 10% and can be accessed as and when (and when not) required. And just for the hell of it... Leave a comment ::
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I love the one where Milhouse's parents originally get divorced.
I have to do things like that for work too.
By "doing thing like that for work", do you mean the phoning people, or the drawing on your stomach?
Totally drawing on myself!
I love Homer's hands as he's walking towards the door!
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