SaintSam

You expect us to believe the germs just found their way into your body, do you? Really? Uh-huh?

The girl on the late shift phoned in sick and so they phoned me to ask me to do her shift instead of my own, but the phone rang off at the last minute and I didn't check the message because I never do really. So I went in for the start of my shift, only to be asked to go home and come back for hers because they can't afford to pay me overtime. That's right, they can't afford it. Oh well, it does mean I can laze around for another three hours, and it also means I'll be in the lab on my own for seven hours = no checkouts for SaintSam. Score!

I hate the hot weather.

Have a cold one then. Needs must and all that.

I work with a bunch of spiteful morons.

Denial is a bad, bad thing.

Yeah, you were no good and a poor reflection on Perth men. That's why I ended it. Sorry man.

He already has a girlfriend. But he just can't let go of what we had. Poor guy.

There's just no need. No need whatsoever.

Oh please, do not give me that. You sent the first text this morning, telling me how much you missed me.

Go and stop trying to speak to me on MSN, it's making me nervous.

Sit down, and shut up. My ears are ringing because of you.

Coming from you, that's a bit rich, wouldn't you say?

Come on, giving the guy a little too much credit there I suspect. There's no way it's that big.

Full on SaintSam ownership and domination. He loves it.

StandFree likes it when I'm angry with him. Turns him on, you know.

Shut it, you fanny.

Of course I agree with this and would practise the same if I had the ability. However, I just plain cannot transfer calls from the line I'm on when at work. Customers aren't lazy, they're just stupid. Why select the photo lab and not the electrical desk in the first place?

I'm the end of the line, there's no way I can do that. Upon explaining this to her, I was met with "this is a disgrace". No, what's a disgrace is your plain stupidity in thinking the photo lab dealt with fridges and freezers, but the electrical desk did not.

More... I was once in the lab dealing with some chemical problems/paper jams and the phone rang. I was on my own so I answered, gave it "the patter" and this woman on the end of the line informed me that she'd been put through to the wrong department by the automated service (this is impossible, as you prompt on what department you wish to speak to). She wanted to speak to someone about white goods. I told her to redial the number she initially dialled and select option 4 for electrical service desk (as opposed to option 2 for photo processing department). She replied "Well, I didn't think the electrical desk dealt with white goods". I thought to myself "but the photo lab does?" Ding, ding, ding!

Good grief. That reminds me, I had a spicy chicken pizza last night. Not from pizza hut might I add? And I had chilled coca-cola with it, with no ice. Seriously.

Since we're all being gay and talking about work... Do you know what annoys me? Morons who ask for the one hour service on their prints, then don't come back for it until the next day. Or customers who ask for the 24 hour service on their prints, and then come back for them the same day. But what really, really takes the biscuit. Customers who ask me "What does one hour mean? 20 minutes, half an hour?". No, it means one hour.

LOL. What's the equivalent in Burger King? I like Burger King better than McDonalds, although my view on McDonalds is tainted after I was ill for three days post McD food. I vomited on the floor and the gherkin from my burger was undigested.

Yeah, if you rub him up the right way a little bit more, he might refrain from throwing you out next time you're in, leering at his female staff.