Question of the day

After how many days as unemployed does your will to take a shower totally disappear?

Edit: Nope, it's still here.

Brock and Kelly have come home

I just came back from my previous place of employment, and have dropped off my keys, and collected my two most valuable possesions: two posters of Brock Lesnar and Kelly Taylor.

I took a stroll round the office, and said goodbye to the people there, and this was quite a funny experience. The responses ranged from sincere "good bye and good luck", through polite bye byes to people just plain ignoring me.

I had a hard time not snickering when I entered a room with three programmers, and said "bye". One guy quickly looked up, and muttered something, but the other two kept their eyes firmly glued to their screens, and just ignored me. I know for a fact that I bruised a few fragile programmer egos in my roll as lead there, but I was actually expecting either a simple farewell, or maybe even that one of those pussies summoned enough courage to tell me to fuck off, and that he was glad I was leaving. Oh well.

One guy was really cute, and just didn't want me to leave. When he heard about the decision to fire me, he came to me and started bitching about the management having made many poor decisions, but this taking the prize. He also wondered if I'd consider staying if I didn't get fired, but I sadly told him that I didn't really feel welcome any more.


It feels good to have come to some sort of closure with Warthog now. There really isn't anything or anybody that I really care about left there, so I'm not going to have any difficulties just moving on, and just seeing this as my introduction to the gay ministry. It's been an interesting three years.

The Excuse chain

I pride myself in being able to put off doing things by building a long chain of dependencies between chores, and in the end realizing that I'm not really in the mood for putting in the tremendous effort anyway, so why not just go back to bed.

My latest dilema is as follows: I want to:
- Return my keys and some stolen books to work
- Go to the gym

Seems simple enough? Dead wrong!

I also have to get dressed, which means I have to take a shower. But I don't want to take a shower now, go to the gym, take another shower, get dressed, go to work.

So, I go to the gym now? *Buzzer* Wrong again. I'm currently wearing my last pair of clean underwear, and if I go to the gym now, they'll undoubtadly end up sweaty, so I'll have to go commando to work. Which, now that I think about it, actually seems like a pretty fun idea.

Ok, this was a pretty stupid example, but I hope you get the picture.


I just recieved some pretty hilarious gossip about my old workmates. They were apparently under the impression that I was secretely working together with a couple of friends in Lund on a new racing game, while at the same time getting payed up here. It's a nice thought and all (apart from all the enormously stupid contract violations I would be commiting), but guys, seriously, I wasn't working on anything at all.


Hihi, I'm currently waiting in the CSN telephone queue, and I'm actually looking forward to explaining my new economic situation. I wonder if they'll think it's a good idea if I just pay a small symbolic sum each month?

The end of an era (or: the master of slack)

Yeah, sorry for not posting in, shit, almost a month, but a lot of crazy stuff has been happening, and I actually became so paranoid that I thought the powers that be were reading my blog, and using it against me.

So, what's up, you ask?

Well, for I thing, I just got fired.

And I'm so unbelievably happy with the outcome, that there's no way to express it. Tears are litterally streaming down my face as I write this.

This may come as a shock to some of you, but I've had pretty poor attendance at work the past, oh, 9 months or so. And this has secretly been pissing off my boss. So much so, in fact, that a couple of months after I got the written warning, I got a new one, that said that they were fed up with me, and they were firing my ass in two weeks time. This is also about the time I stopped blogging.

I froze for about a week, not really knowing what the hell to do, and then luckily came to my senses, and called my union. (In the words of a fat gangster, probably called Tony, "Nobody fucks with the union").

Aaand today we finally had our little meeting. My two bosses, me, and the union chick. This is where they pretty much revealed that they had been monitoring my working hours for the past 5 months or so. Kinda sad, but anyway.

In order to avoid nullifying my contract, I can't really say what kind of deal I got, but I can safely say that the deal + the 80% guaranteed income for 100 days, I'm looking at 8 months with no financial worries at all, and I don't have to do a god damn thing.

I hereby proclaim myself the new king of slack. Booyaa!

Oh yeah, I was even pretentious enough to have the following bye-bye letter:

Hejsan!

Idag är min sista dag på jobbet, så jag tänkte mest bara säga adjö, och lycka till med allt!

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

Meh

So, I finally finished watching The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and I must say that I'm pretty disappointed.

I suspect a large part has to do with me both having read the books, and seen the TV-series, so I kinda know the dialogue by heart. And I really don't like Zaphod's two heads..

I might write something more coherent here later, but for now, I'd recommend the series over the movie any day of the week.

Anywho, time to watch the 2005 remake of Doctor Who. Brilliant!