Gun-battles, bare-knuckle fights and knife dodging square-offs - my life is one cliff-edge run-off after another, as I go from adventure to adventure: swatting down international drug-barons, ousting tyrants from small village-like communities, and saving a damsel-in-distress once a week.
But, enough about my other job, as I can tell you no more... well, I could... but, then I'd have to kill you... O_o
Haha got ya there, didn't I? I didn't? Damnit, just let me reload the rocket-launcher...
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And so, we come to the matter at hand... my job, my life, my curse...
Day 1 (well, it's actually Day 840... but who's counting, eh?)
Photocopier on the blink again, certain members of staff seem determined to hash together a DIY attempt at fixing it, rather than just plod upstairs and use that one! Lazy sods!
I could have helped, but figured I'd just leave them to it (far more entertaining afternoon, that way ^_^):
"Ya need to pull on this bit here..."
"Look! There's the piece o' paper that's been jamming it luv!"
*cue tearing paper sounds*
"There ya go chuck, ya should be right as rain now!"
*beeeep*
"Oh, jus' bloody kick it!"
"Argh damnit, ma foot!!"
Wonders never cease...
The wall of LeverArch files on my desk is growing ever taller. I may need a map to find my way out...
More soon...