Be Excellent To Each Other

I've been quiet for a week, so I'm going to blog for a bit. Normal service will be resumed after a pressure release

So, I've been off work for a week with a chest infection. I decide to do the decent thing today and head back to work even though I'm not 100% (I'd say 80% of working capacity, still got the cough), so 6am alarm *SNOOZE*. 6:10 - *SNOOZE*. 6:20 *SNOOZE*. 6:30 *gets up, swears a lot*

I realise at 7am this morning that my pass had expired on friday, so I scrabble around for some change. The missus opens one eye and says, "Don't take my cash, your money's downstairs". My change is, of course buried under a mass of keys, receipts and other junk that has been 'tidied' so I have to dig through that to find enough. A yawny breakfast and a delicious antibiotic lead me out of the door to the bus stop. My normally boring bus journey is livened up by there being no-one on the bus with no other traffic on the road. I fall asleep and dream about horrible mutant babies.

Arriving at work I am instantly bombarded with requests to fix things, none of them work related, all staff with crappy computer problems. And THEN, THEN they tell me that someone has lost my keys. SO even if there were any jobs on, I can't do anything anyway. I dejectedly trudge through the deserted, cold, dark building to my desk to find the leftover detritus from the person that was covering for me last week. All my files have been moved, there are boxes stacked under my desk, crumbs all over my chair and a spoon on my keyboard. A spoon.

I turn my computer on, and the fucking prick that covered for me has spent his time apparently installing itunes, ie7 and veritable FUCK LOAD of spyware. My computer is now slow as hell and riddled with shit. I should be angry. But I can't be arsed.

I'd check with Unison or your trade union legal equivilent, but I'm pretty sure that legally your allowed to phone the temping agencies, arrange an interview with the offending placement and spear him with a harpoon.

This morning my beautiful doggy decided to hide my wallet. Normaly when she takes it from the kitchen work top she hides it in her bed, but not this morning! She hid it in the conservatory meaning I had to do a full sweep of the house swearing under my breath so I didn't wake Baba Z.

Got to my car and the clutch pedal is to the floor.

Nnnnngh!

If I'm off work for more than a weekend the last thing I do at night is stick a linux live CD in the drive. So far has been sufficient to keep IT and colleagues afraid of the machine for up to a fortnight.

Would also solve iTunes problem by installing said OS. Even if your temp did manage to learn linux and get iTunes installed under Wine, the audio drivers would still be fucked

excellent suggestions all. I know the guy who covered for me. What makes it worse is he was only here for one day. Why he couldn't have gone 8 hours without installing itunes (and all the spyware, which has necessittated (?) a complete xp reinstall due to the draconian lock down of the pre-installed images here) I'll never know. The upside is, my shiny new install is free from nasty lockdown software so I can do whatever I want now. Should've done this weeks ago

Haha! Dogs are great.

I shit myself when this happened to me last week, pushed the pedal down and it didn't come back up. Turns out it had just caught on a rut on the mat though.

Don't drive a car with a clutch pedal! Problem solved!

Yeah, because autoboxes never go wrong

I was going to say.

I didn't say every problem would be solved.

Drive wifes car to work and get her to phone garage, problem solved!

You don't need the clutch pedal anyway. Just put it in gear and then start it, and try not to stop until you get where you want to go.

My dad had to do this to get home once when I wrecked the clutch on a driving lesson.

I did that for two days driving round in a Renault 5 before I could get it fixed. You have to plan your journeys quite carefully.

They warned me on my MOT my brakes were marginal but I left it because the service is in Jan. I drove yesterday and they're now noticeably soft. Good thing I've got bugger all driving left before then.

Ha. I drove my Metro for a few months with essentially no clutch at all; with the pedal fully depressed the friction plate had only lifted a few mm off the drive shaft. I timed all my gear changes to sync with the rev counts. It's a damn good job I didn't care about the state of the gearbox though, because when I got rid of it I bet the oil was full of shaved off pieces of bearing.

A+ man! It was an A+ in my Metro! My Mini had an A-series of course.

LEYLANDPWN.

I saw a dismantled A series from a mini - it was an automatic one and the gearbox appears to be inside the engine sump, sharing the oil, for extra ROFLs.
BMCPWN.

I once knew a twat of a Metro driver who drove everywhere in fifth. He also liked Acorns. Go figure....

It's got a "+"! Didn't you see the "+"?!

MPH.

My Metro would do 60mph!

If I pushed it down a deep enough mineshaft