Fruity Biscuit
08-09-2005, 04:43 PM
So I woke up this morning. Got up, brushed my teeth. So far, so good. I decide to take a shower. So I get in the shower, my idle brother has left a load of soap on the shower floor, whoops, I slip, fall against the wall, bang my head. Groaning, I then have a normal shower. My ass for a brother left it on too hot, so when I turn the shower on, I leave it, while its cold, I wash myself, a minute later BANG, SSSSCALDING HOT WATER comes out of the shower, making me scream in agony and jump out of the shower. Pretty normal shower when I'd fixed that.
However, at work..
I walk in. The dudes ask for my security. I kindly hand it over, smiling at Dave the Security Man. He checks my card, Bzzt, WRONG! Christ. They try it again.
WRONG AGAIN. So they call the head guy who deals with shit like this, he puts my number in the PC, BZT, wrong. You don't exist! BZT! So I'm like, the hell? He asks for my name, checks the Data Base. Noes.
So it appears that someone, or something, has deleted my entire profile from that company. What weird shit. He then gets the head manager, who'd just woken up obviously, jumps down with a cup of coffee, with my Paper n' Pen file and references. Slams it on the table.
"Peter Simmons?"
"Yeah."
"We apologise about this. To compensate, have a free packet of mints."
"...."
"Have a nice day, you're allowed in for now, and we'll work on the whole card thing tommorow. Its probaly just a glitch in the system."
".. k, cheers."
He walks off, I walk in, when hes out of sight, I throw the mints in the bin, go to my phone, get rung up by a bunch of dick heads f'ing and blinding about there gas bills.
I catch the bus home.
Fin.
However, at work..
I walk in. The dudes ask for my security. I kindly hand it over, smiling at Dave the Security Man. He checks my card, Bzzt, WRONG! Christ. They try it again.
WRONG AGAIN. So they call the head guy who deals with shit like this, he puts my number in the PC, BZT, wrong. You don't exist! BZT! So I'm like, the hell? He asks for my name, checks the Data Base. Noes.
So it appears that someone, or something, has deleted my entire profile from that company. What weird shit. He then gets the head manager, who'd just woken up obviously, jumps down with a cup of coffee, with my Paper n' Pen file and references. Slams it on the table.
"Peter Simmons?"
"Yeah."
"We apologise about this. To compensate, have a free packet of mints."
"...."
"Have a nice day, you're allowed in for now, and we'll work on the whole card thing tommorow. Its probaly just a glitch in the system."
".. k, cheers."
He walks off, I walk in, when hes out of sight, I throw the mints in the bin, go to my phone, get rung up by a bunch of dick heads f'ing and blinding about there gas bills.
I catch the bus home.
Fin.