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Back to the Bad Old Dole

I slept all day apart from waking up occasionally to boke or cough up nasty green *** (not so much red so yey). Anyway it finally hit home about an hour ago that I'm going to be back on the dole again and it was no fun before. Being on the dole and...

Published 18 Feb 2010 2:21 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Dole, Larne, call centre, mountains, country, marbles, city, employed, bow and arrow, naked, sea

Back on the Dole and Dreams of Cheryl Cole

Sitting shivering at my desk yesterday and coughing so much I had to keep putting customers on hold, London Girl came over and said that I was spending an unacceptable amount of time on calls. I told her all about my cough and she said that she had noticed...

Published 17 Feb 2010 1:47 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Brit Awards, boke, fired, scumbag, sick, ashley cole, call centre, truffle shuffle, huffy tortoise, souls, victoria work house, london girls, legs, wedding ring, losing arms, cheryl cole

How to Make The Tastiest Pancakes

This morning I was coughing up chunks of green stuff. It's all the walking about drunk in the cold, Wino Jo says, he says he's an expert in this stuff. It seems his being back on the drink was a temporary thing as he's not been drunk since...

Published 16 Feb 2010 11:05 AM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Wino Jo, pancake day, Custom House Square, sweetheart, call centre, book boy, disabled toilets, call centres, pink champaigne, chest infection, valentines day, coughing up blood, green stuff

Captain Cool *** Doesn't Live up to his Name

Today it's nice and bright and I'm on late shift so I'm a wee bit happier about everything, I've sent off a load of job applications and though they're for *** jobs I'm sure the change of scenery will be nice, so yeah I'm being...

Published 8 Feb 2010 12:49 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Dublin, sex, Drogheda, Dundalk, call centre, hoors bastard, fat mo, captain cool bastard, nightclub, rapist, dublin airport bus, love in this club, pulling, usher, rape, cassanova

Three Sisters Who Fell Into The Mountain

I'm wandering about Belfast feeling miserable more and more in my time off, because Hot Baby Roy and Wino Jo are huffing with me so it feels like that song that says "it's not my home, it's their home and I'm welcome no more."...

Published 6 Feb 2010 3:30 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Hot Baby Roy, Lonely, Nanny Boo Boo, call centre, cave, three sisters who fell into the mountain, the smiths, animation, troll

Back To Work

A back to work interview is a weird thing. It's a formality and it's as scripted as the *** we go over on the telephone. It's a lot like having a conversation with an uninformed Mr.Spock. London Girl sat and asked me what was wrong. I told...

Published 20 Jan 2010 1:15 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, call centre, projectile vomiting, london girl, snow, pissed off, flu, unacceptable, shitting, absenteeism, soiling, back to work interview, diarrhea

Gross Sexual Misconduct at Work

So yesterday the Dwarven Sex Pest feared the worst and brought his mum (who I'd say has been fighting his battles for him and losing them all his life, by the harrasment lines on her face). Him and her were sat in HR all morning and it turns out that...

Published 6 Jan 2010 12:54 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, call centre, worry lines, mum, battles, harrasment, sexual misconduct, fighting battles, losing battles, office floor, fancying girls at work, gross misconduct

What is it With Sex?

Seriously like, what the ***? I've lived in this house for years and barely get a shag the whole time, Hot Baby Roy has lived her about a month and he's about to shag one of the hottest neighbours who's ever lived here? How can this be? He's...

Published 5 Jan 2010 9:12 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, crying, Hot Baby Roy, sex, Ginger, call centre, barely legal, the raven princess spandex, twelve foot amazon, dwarven sex pest, shaved, severe eyed mother, patting, HR, shagging

My New Buddy

We had a bunch of new starts in work today, they were doing this thing where they sat with us on the phones for a day and we let them listen to us being professional and showing them the ropes. Whores *** was among them for some reason. Me and Little...

Published 4 Jan 2010 9:58 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, plane, fuck, bastard, call centre, kissy boy, giantess, lift and carry, bald, lick her legs, complaint, twelve foot amazon, visit

First One To Leave

Rap Superstar quit today. Not in a big dramatic *** you to the boss or anything. He'd handed in his notice last week and off he went (after emailing us all a shite rhyming couplet or two to say farewell). He's the first from our training group...

Published 4 Dec 2009 1:52 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, London, odyssey, call centre, little my, rap superstar, kissy boy, book boy, london girl, bowling, training groups, high turnover, staff

Spare Keys and Credit Card Details

I had to go and get a key cut on my lunch break today because Hot Baby Roy said he never had one last time he stayed. He said that Fabian Wildman must have kept his after he moved out. I didn't like the idea of him running about with a key because...

Published 2 Dec 2009 6:02 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Crack, Fabian Wildman, fired, Hot Baby Roy, call centre, voluntary work, london girl, breaking into houses, key cutting service, rob

Going into Work Drunk

Today was the first time I went to work drunk. I was still drunk from the night before so it's not like I'm being irresponsible. I fucked up my first few calls and the customers gave off about me being ***. I hung up on them even though you're...

Published 27 Nov 2009 4:21 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: work, Belfast, sex, Drunk, call centre, customer service, disabled toilets, bogs, boke my ring up, hang up, smell your ring

How to Get on the Internet at Work!

I can post at work now because Book Boy showed me a way of getting on blogger. See on Internet Explorer everything like this is blocked but if you use Firefox nothing is blocked. The tech dudes are a bit pish like this. Anyway Firefox is hidden away in...

Published 26 Nov 2009 1:07 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, London, racism, call centre, book boy, voluntary work, firefox, slave driver, internet explorer, london girl, blogger, bosses

Lemon Bonbons and the Secret of New Moon Cinema

I was in work huffing and stuffing my face with lemon bonbons when Little My asked if she could have one because she thought they tasted so nice. "Ha! No!" I said shoving four into my mouth at once. "Why are you being nasty?" she said...

Published 24 Nov 2009 5:22 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Battle Cat, friends, call centre, little my, pub, book boy, new moon, robert pattinson, sk8er, skateboard, lemon bonbons, big brains

New Moon Cinema Extravaganza

So in work today all the rest of the staff (my team anyway) were all talking about how they'd went to see New Moon on Friday. I was the only one who hadn't went. I hadn't been invited. Kissy Boy and Little My were talking all about how it...

Published 23 Nov 2009 5:24 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself

Filed under: Belfast, Hot Baby Roy, city hall, Continental Market, call centre, little my, kissy boy, book boy, new moon, wicker, dakota fanning, werewolves, twilight, snowman, vampires, Big Wheel

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