i am sparticus: The Take-Over

The Take-Over

Yes if only Sparky, if only indeed.
Well for those who don't know it, the Wallster has given me full blogging permission to his site. Although I had the feeling this was some kind of crazy scheme that Sparticus was cooking up, it would actually seem that I can now blog. However Markus has spies on the interweb with figure?s on the ready to cut me off the first blog I produce on Porn / Anti-Christianity / how wonderful Starbucks is / etc. In fact a time ago, I remember my own blog filled with some of the finer things in life - Harsh language, Starbucks E-Coffee, Naked Chicks as far as the mouse could click .... Il try keep you entertained but compared to all those things, I just don't know. Onto this evenings blog. All blogs are pretty much what's going on. I have no gimmicks, just an interesting life (zzzz)

Today had been a good and bad day in work. Being the only level 2 on the team I had to go through the team Q where bounced engineer requests and mistakes made by the team members were placed for some poor sod to call the customer back and explain why they haven't heard from an engineer for over a week. Usually they are bounced back for missing info such as the cable modem light sequence, I emailed Steve for that very reason to which he stood up and threatening to kill me. I didn't believe him, however I did feel slightly intimidated. The crazy people are always the ones most likely to enjoy watching you bleed, then maybe even drink your blood. He seemed that type, the ones with a blood pressure so high you can see the veins on the forehead pumping away. I figured if I could just keep my distance and yell abuse he might keel over from a heart attack. Luckily after some harsh language he sat down.
I talked it over with him during the lunch our period to which he admitted he was going to kill me. I made a mental note not to come into work on his last day, as he would probably stab me with his head set then beat me to death using the phone.
After that the day went swiftly, managed to convince the Q desk to put me on call backs for the last 2 hours and sat there making the most of it.

That evening I was due in the Potter's Wheel, one of Swansea's many Public Houses. Still sat at my PC scrambling away at the keyboard, in a odd attempt to create a blog, I decided the new early was to be late. A phone call later and I was to find out the evenings company, due to a booking misunderstanding, were unable to be seated and needed to dine at another one of Swansea's high class restaurants, meaning my services would not be needed.
Deciding I was already partied out after 'The Picture Incident' of Wednesday, I flicked on the TV only to miss who was being evicted from Big Brother, although since there were mainly shots of Ahmed I guessed it was him, or the camera man was being silly. A quick flick around the movie channels came to very little, as did flicking around the music channels. To my despair there was no spongebob on at that time of night, however the Jetsons were driving around in a flying car. Where is my flying car ?
Typical of TV, it always lies to me

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