August 15th, 2005

Cowboy

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Most of you will remember that for most of my years in my last job I had a nemesis who I wrote about frequently (either in a "You'll never believe what the hell he did" or a more self indulgent "you think *you* have problems in your job?" manner). Well it turns out that on friday he was *finally* made redundant, I say *finally* because he was pretty redundant for the entire time he worked there. Unfortunately the joy is tainted somewhat by the fact that 11 other people (including both parts of a married couple) were also made redundant but overall, considering the jackass would have gotten me fired several times if not for good luck and a tendency to keep every email I was ever sent I'm feeling pretty good. Well, so much for their "everyone needs to work seven days a week, 12 hours a day for the next month so everyone can keep their job" work ethic.
Cowboy

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Truly comfortable pants that are exactly the shape you like are rare and beautiful things. In order to make sure this is no longer the case I'm going to be going back to that shop to buy another five pairs of them. Six pockets (two back, two front, two leg), each one with a zipper except for the back ones (so no more losing a fortune down the back of the sofa during my daily sprawl) and baggy at the ankles (I've got a fairly big build and broad shoulders, so narrow ankles on trousers tend to make me look a little unbalanced). Throw in plenty of crotch space and I believe I've found myself a winner in the pants league.


My weekend involved (in no particular order) a disgracefully early saturday to let the cable guys in (who later left with their screwdriver but without their ladder), sushi, an exhibit of japanese... stuff, tidying my room, shopping for the aforementioned pants, two Feeder CDs, three Bill Hicks CDs, the same sodding Slipknot videos on every music channel I looked at, saving the world from a variety of foes using the medium of X Box and a pizza. Consumer whore I may be, but it beats staring at the ceiling for six hours any day.