So, i was watching The King's Speech.
There was a certain moment in the film which reminded me of my normal day in the office in Sydney.
Those who work in close proximity to me are fairly desensitised to my outbursts and face palms, however, this takes it one step further. Totally puts me to shame ;)
For your viewing pleasure :
Monday, 7 March 2011
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Raped
There is a running joke at work that i LOVE chess.
Token of photo of me professing my love for chess
It all came about one day after a colleague asked me what i did on the weekend. I replied with "I played a little sport" ... when instead i perhaps should have said "I played some squash".
Because i was being vague, they were convinced that i was actually playing chess, and I have since been receiving endless sh1t for it. In my futile attempts to divert the attention away, i thought it would be funny to suggest that a certain individual at work played extreme chess on the weekends.
Example 1 ...
Example 2 ...
Unfortunately, said plan backfired. People at work are now convinced that my weekends are spent playing chess.
Today ... I was raped. In a public place. The worst thing was, I knew it was coming, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Let me explain.
Saturday is our token coffee day where we attempt to find a proper coffee in New York that doesn't taste like horseshit.
Today, we picked a place near Union Square and we bought a few cupcakes as an accompaniment. Unfortunately, as we were noming, a couple of random people started setting up tables with Chess boards.
My colleagues thought it would be extremely amusing for me to challenge one of these "grand masters". Chess is a game i have not played for about 13 years. I was convinced that I was going to suffer a 4 move checkmate. I don't know how many moves it took for him to win, but i can say that i was thoroughly RAPED.
I have photos, by they are a little bit too graphic ...
My best effort at intense concentration...
You can see the very few pieces i have captured ... and the invasion of the opponents queen into my territory :p
Look of dejection as I come to the realisation that i'm about to be taken advantage of ....
I think i have thus proven that i do not play chess on the weekend as i totally suck, however, to prove this, i had to play chess on the weekend.
FML
Token of photo of me professing my love for chess
It all came about one day after a colleague asked me what i did on the weekend. I replied with "I played a little sport" ... when instead i perhaps should have said "I played some squash".
Because i was being vague, they were convinced that i was actually playing chess, and I have since been receiving endless sh1t for it. In my futile attempts to divert the attention away, i thought it would be funny to suggest that a certain individual at work played extreme chess on the weekends.
Example 1 ...
Example 2 ...
Unfortunately, said plan backfired. People at work are now convinced that my weekends are spent playing chess.
Today ... I was raped. In a public place. The worst thing was, I knew it was coming, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Let me explain.
Saturday is our token coffee day where we attempt to find a proper coffee in New York that doesn't taste like horseshit.
Today, we picked a place near Union Square and we bought a few cupcakes as an accompaniment. Unfortunately, as we were noming, a couple of random people started setting up tables with Chess boards.
My colleagues thought it would be extremely amusing for me to challenge one of these "grand masters". Chess is a game i have not played for about 13 years. I was convinced that I was going to suffer a 4 move checkmate. I don't know how many moves it took for him to win, but i can say that i was thoroughly RAPED.
I have photos, by they are a little bit too graphic ...
My best effort at intense concentration...
You can see the very few pieces i have captured ... and the invasion of the opponents queen into my territory :p
Look of dejection as I come to the realisation that i'm about to be taken advantage of ....
I think i have thus proven that i do not play chess on the weekend as i totally suck, however, to prove this, i had to play chess on the weekend.
FML
Friday, 4 March 2011
Shutdown at work
The other day, I overheard two people arguing at work. It was over a fairly trivial matter, however, there appeared little sign of either relenting.
One of them finally said :
"I would agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong."
Shut Down. That is all.
One of them finally said :
"I would agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong."
Shut Down. That is all.
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Front loaders
While I believe that I am domesticated and have proven that I can survive on my own, I can honestly say that I was completely baffled by a certain whitegood today.
The front loader in my apartment.
Here is a photo of the culprit in action
I confess that I had to google the manual and seek confirmation from a colleague back in Sydney.
I have only had experience with top loaders... you put the softener in the thing in the middle and powder or cleaning stuff on top of the clothes.
Anyway, in the front loader, there's this little drawer with three compartments, one for the prewash, one for the wash and one for the softener. Unfortunately, they were not marked very well and I was totally WTF with where i needed to put the detergent.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, I figured it out and was very relieved to receive confirmation that I had indeed done the right thing.
I was very puzzled at the lack of water in the washer though. I couldn't see any water in there and was wondering whether or not the tap had been switched on. I must have spent a good half an hour nervously watching my clothes tumble around before finally being able to open the door and see that my clothes indeed had been washed.
I had another giggle today. I did not notice in the store when i purchased my laundry detergent ...
My laundry detergent has touch of downy ...
The front loader in my apartment.
Here is a photo of the culprit in action
I confess that I had to google the manual and seek confirmation from a colleague back in Sydney.
I have only had experience with top loaders... you put the softener in the thing in the middle and powder or cleaning stuff on top of the clothes.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, I figured it out and was very relieved to receive confirmation that I had indeed done the right thing.
I was very puzzled at the lack of water in the washer though. I couldn't see any water in there and was wondering whether or not the tap had been switched on. I must have spent a good half an hour nervously watching my clothes tumble around before finally being able to open the door and see that my clothes indeed had been washed.
I had another giggle today. I did not notice in the store when i purchased my laundry detergent ...
My laundry detergent has touch of downy ...
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Monday, 28 February 2011
Brooklyn and Peds
We had nice weather again on Sunday.
One of my colleagues who has previously worked in New York knew of a Pizza joint in Brooklyn called Grimaldi's. It's meant to be quite famous but I've never heard of it. It turned out to be quite nice actually. Me approving of something? I know right?
Our travels there, however, was quite complicated.
It began with a subway ride from Grand Central to Wall Street. Besides the usual fruitcakes that pepper the subway - buskers, hobos, mentals, it was a pretty routine ride. My colleagues have remarked that there's always going to be a fruitcake on the subway I'm travelling on ... ME. Word.
I walked over to the W Residences and met up with the rest of the team and we walked past Ground Zero on our way to the subway . Worried that some of our party would struggle to walk there and back, a decision was made to catch the subway over to Brooklyn, eat lunch and then walk back.
Not withstanding that there are about a dozen ways we could have gotten to Brooklyn (subway or not), we had to catch the A or the C train as it would get us as close as possible to the Pizza joint.
Unfortunately, for us, the entrance to the A and C train platform was extremely elusive. It took us no less than 3 attempts before we found the right entrance to the A and C trains.
We only had one stop to travel and when we alighted the subway and walked up to the surface, we were a tad lost. Fortunately, an older gentleman observed our cluelessness and offered to provide us with some directions. Seems that the people over in Brooklyn are a lot nicer! All except this guy ...
Seems that my colleague earned the admiration of a stalker in the brief time we were over in Brooklyn ...
Grimaldi's was not bad at all. It was different to what i'm used to. Normally, you can choose your own pizza or go with something that's on the menu. This place was different in that it only offered a personalised pizza - what you wanted to put on it. You choose a red or a white base and then you got to put on any number of different toppings.
After our delightful lunch, we walked back to Manhattan over the Brooklyn bridge.
And a sign to remind us where we were ....
Shoutout to our token photo terrorist who takes pleasure in photo bombing as many photos as possible ;) i tip my hat to you.
It was a fairly easy walk back and i don't think we would have had any issue walking there and back.
My afternoon ended quite well. Being the douche that i am, i did notice a sign that made me snigger ...
The sign clearly indicates that cyclists to yield to pedestrians ... though in my mind, it just reminded me of mr herbert from family guy.
if you don't understand the reference, i saw yield to pedophiles ... i earnt myself a giggle this afternoon :)
One of my colleagues who has previously worked in New York knew of a Pizza joint in Brooklyn called Grimaldi's. It's meant to be quite famous but I've never heard of it. It turned out to be quite nice actually. Me approving of something? I know right?
Our travels there, however, was quite complicated.
It began with a subway ride from Grand Central to Wall Street. Besides the usual fruitcakes that pepper the subway - buskers, hobos, mentals, it was a pretty routine ride. My colleagues have remarked that there's always going to be a fruitcake on the subway I'm travelling on ... ME. Word.
I walked over to the W Residences and met up with the rest of the team and we walked past Ground Zero on our way to the subway . Worried that some of our party would struggle to walk there and back, a decision was made to catch the subway over to Brooklyn, eat lunch and then walk back.
Not withstanding that there are about a dozen ways we could have gotten to Brooklyn (subway or not), we had to catch the A or the C train as it would get us as close as possible to the Pizza joint.
Unfortunately, for us, the entrance to the A and C train platform was extremely elusive. It took us no less than 3 attempts before we found the right entrance to the A and C trains.
We only had one stop to travel and when we alighted the subway and walked up to the surface, we were a tad lost. Fortunately, an older gentleman observed our cluelessness and offered to provide us with some directions. Seems that the people over in Brooklyn are a lot nicer! All except this guy ...
Seems that my colleague earned the admiration of a stalker in the brief time we were over in Brooklyn ...
Grimaldi's was not bad at all. It was different to what i'm used to. Normally, you can choose your own pizza or go with something that's on the menu. This place was different in that it only offered a personalised pizza - what you wanted to put on it. You choose a red or a white base and then you got to put on any number of different toppings.
After our delightful lunch, we walked back to Manhattan over the Brooklyn bridge.
Token shot of the bridge....
And a sign to remind us where we were ....
Shoutout to our token photo terrorist who takes pleasure in photo bombing as many photos as possible ;) i tip my hat to you.
It was a fairly easy walk back and i don't think we would have had any issue walking there and back.
My afternoon ended quite well. Being the douche that i am, i did notice a sign that made me snigger ...
The sign clearly indicates that cyclists to yield to pedestrians ... though in my mind, it just reminded me of mr herbert from family guy.
if you don't understand the reference, i saw yield to pedophiles ... i earnt myself a giggle this afternoon :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)