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Week one of my internship is now finished. As I mentioned before, they had me sitting with the administration team, which was all well and good for the first couple of days. It gave me an idea of how the company worked, blah blah blah. But two days of it was enough. After that, they weren't showing me anything new, and I was just sitting around bored all day. Naturally, I spoke to my manager

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I've been in the main office for two days now, and things seem to be going well. Although as yet, I have not done a lot of finance-related work. On Tuesday, I did shadow one of the accounts guys as he processed some of the week's payroll. But for most of the time, they've had me shadowing the administrative team.The reason for this is to give me an understanding of how the company functions,

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Went to my new job this morning. As it is based in a fairly small office, one of my co-workers showed me around and introduced me to everyone. They all seemed pleasant enough, although I have learned that this doesn't really mean anything. I've worked with many people who seemed decent at first. And I was quite surprised to learn that I will not be the only English-sounding person working here.

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On Friday afternoon, I was invited back for a second job interview by the company who'd interviewed me the day before. The interview took place this morning. I was unsure if wearing the same suit again would be a good idea. While I do own two suits, one of them was purchased when I used to train with weights more obsessively, and when I put it on now, I just look like some kind of blingwad

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I went out this afternoon to attend my third interview for an internship. And I would say that it went particularly well, the best so far. I was well-prepared with plenty of good answers, I didn't stumble on any of the questions, and the interviewer seemed impressed. On the way home, I did think of a few ways in which I could have added to some of my responses, but wasn't too worried about it.

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Yesterday morning, I received a phone call from a potential employer, inviting me to attend an interview on Friday afternoon. I agreed. And later, a second potential employer called, also inviting me to attend an interview at the same time. I told the second caller that I wouldn't be able to make it on Friday afternoon, so instead, they agreed to see me first thing this morning. As with my last

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Anyone who has been reading this blog over the last year will be aware that I've been attending evening classes, most of them pertaining to bookkeeping and payroll. My intention for doing such a thing was to increase my chances of getting a better deal, should I ever decide to surrender myself back to the depressing world of wage-slavery. I still maintain my stance that working is a waste of

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I had booked an afternoon flight back to Dublin for today, because at the time I didn't know if I'd be doing anything, and so thought I'd give myself a couple of extra hours in Crawley. But it turned out I had nothing going on, so after I checked out of my hotel at noon, I went straight to the airport by train and spent the afternoon just hanging around there until 4:40pm. I'd sort of forgotten

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Woke up feeling hung over once again, but obviously not to the extent that I did the previous morning. I remembered that the last time I'd staying in the hotel, I had a full-English in their breakfast hall, and found it to be really nice. In fact, for quite a while later, I found myself reminiscing about it, and thinking "Holy shit! That was a really good full-English!" So I got out of bed early,

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I woke up on the morning of New Year's Eve feeling like complete shit. So naturally I decided to spend the morning wallowing in my hotel room bed, while struggling to recall what the fuck had happened the previous night after it all got hazy. When I finally did get up, I headed into town to get something to eat. And while there, I met up with Mr. Beardo. He was actually present at Pointz's

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For most years, New Year's Eve is just another day for me. While other people are out "partying" and whatnot, I'm usually just loafing around at my parents' house, watching other people celebrate on television. Or in the case of last year, loafing around in my flat. The one exception to this was 2002-2003, when I went to a party and ended up having my drink spiked, and being sent away on a

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I returned to my flat in Dublin this evening, after spending the last week at my parents' house for Christmas. I felt that this Christmas was a particularly good one. Partly because my family had given the annual Christmas Eve visit to church a miss, on account of my father still feeling ill, having been in bed with the flu for the week leading up to it. Having not wasted an hour sitting,

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I was arbitrarily flicking through the television channels this evening when I stumbled across the hidden camera prank show that caught me and Cpt. Research out earlier this year (20/07/11). I had sort-of forgotten about it, as we'd been told that the show was due to air in October. It didn't, so I'd just assumed it had been cancelled. Evidently, the show had either been postponed or the guy

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Christ was an orc! Or he may as well have been. It wouldn't have made the story any more or any less plausible. Have a good one, blingwads!

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My mother called me last week, and informed me that I would soon be receiving a cheque for "about £760" from the UK Inland Revenue. I was not expecting this at all, but needless to say I was pleased to hear it. During the last year of my life in Crawley, I lived as a lodger in my cousin's house. That was until she decided that she was going to start having kids, and needed her spare room back.

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He's being controlled by the goddamned reptoids!

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For the past year, I've had a persistent problem with my Internet connection. Most of the time it would work fine, but about once or twice per day, it would just top working for no apparent reason, and not come back on for about half an hour to an hour. A few months ago, I decided to call the ISP and ask if there was anything they could do about it. However, I was put through to one of the

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As you were.

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Had my final exam for my computerised payroll class this evening. We took our mock exam last Thursday, and received the results on Tuesday. Despite being extremely confident that I had got a "credit" (full marks), I was surprised to learn that I only got a pass, because I had made one silly mistake.As part of the mock exam, we were asked to set up a payroll system for two hypothetical employees,

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On October 10th of the Space Year 2001, I decided that it was time to start putting shit up on The Internet. An entire decade has passed since that day, and I have not stopped. Who would have thought that this nonsense would be allowed to continue for so long?I wanted to include a sandcastle made of shit in the above illustration, but couldn't make it fit. If you want to see what it would have

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Attended the fourth class of my computerised payroll course this evening. It's very simple stuff, not that I doubted it would be or anything. Manual payroll was easy, and computerised accounts was a hell of a lot easier than manual accounts. So logically, this was to be expected. But because of this, the classes feel like they are moving very slowly, and I find myself glancing at the clock every

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I started another course this evening. This time, I have gone for "computerised payroll". I already have the the manual accounts, manual payroll and computerised accounts qualifications, (although they are yet to send out the certificates) so it made sense to me to complete the set. Once again, I am in the Ballyfermot training centre. But this time, I only have to attend to twice per week, on

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This evening, I attended the last of my manual accounts and payroll classes. And over the last five weeks, I have sat six exams, four pertaining to the bookkeeping part of the course, and two pertaining to payroll.The bookkeeping part of the course was made up of one "big" three-hour exam, and three smaller exams. Two were an hour long each, and one just 45 minutes. Without much difficulty, I

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I booked my plane ticket back to Ireland for early in the afternoon having (accurately) predicted that I'd be hungover in the morning and would need the extra sleep. Because of this, the ticket cost more, but the trip was a hell of a lot quieter than on the way out. I even had a bit of a pleasant snooze. In conclusion, the last three days have been pretty rad. If I had reason to believe that

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The big day at last. Hungover once again, I dragged myself out of bed, had a bath and then went downstairs for a full english breakfast. Pointz soon showed up to borrow my room's iron after a power outage at his sister's flat, caused by some mysterious asshole. Suited up, we both headed for the temple. The first part of the day's events took part in the worship area of the temple, and involved a

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