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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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Woke up this morning with a hangover, something I'm not really used to these days, but thankfully I had had the foresight to purchase some painkillers. I also made use of my hotel room's bath to make me feel better. Every flat I've lived in since moving to Ireland has only had a shower, so I figured I may as well take advantage of it.In the afternoon, I met up with Pointz and Beardo in the town

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Today, I made my way to that Crawley place. The reason for this was Mr. Beardo's wedding-type-thing this Saturday. Technically, the couple were married in a low-key registry office ceremony back in June, but a special ceremony has been organised for public consumption. They met in March of this year, and were engaged within one week of knowing each other, which I would have thought was rushing

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Over the last three evenings, I have been attending the first of the manual accounts and payroll classes that I signed up for in July. And surprisingly enough, the other people attending said course don't seem like a bad lot. I'd go as far as to say a couple of them were actually quite pleasant, and they're all taking the course seriously. I'm not complaining about this, obviously. It just

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I was out walking this afternoon when by chance, I happened across one my brothers (Captain Research). He had just moved to Dublin yesterday, to a building fairly near to where I live with some of his chums. Naturally, we decided to walk for a bit and have a chat.We were strolling along Wicklow Street when all of a sudden, Research was stopped by two men in police uniforms. They pointed out that

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About three weeks ago, I put my name forward for another of these free-for-the-unemployed evening courses. This time, I've gone for "manual accounts and payroll". During the last course I took (computerised accounts) the instructor advised that I should also take the manual course if I want a deeper understanding of the whole bookkeeping thing. So I thought why the hell not.For this one, I would

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The title of this post refers to a chain of bookmakers in Ireland that has temporarily rebranded itself in an attempt to cash-in on Barack Obama's visit to Ireland. It's kind of funny. The Irish have this ridiculous habit of going out of their way to find any excuse to claim successful or important figures from abroad as their own. In the case of Obama, his great-great-great grandfather was from

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As is probably obvious from my last update, I'm not someone who thinks the monarchy is a good idea. The way I see it, a hereditary head of state who owns all the land, possesses such extraordinary wealth and whose family occupy palaces at the expense of the public is a load of bullshit that belongs in the 18th century. But that is a problem for Britain to resolve in due course, and no reason for

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I told myself that I wouldn't be watching any of the royal wedding today. But then I logged on to Twitter and found that it was the only topic of conversation in my feed, and I ended up succumbing to watching a bit of it. What I fail to see what's in it for anyone other than the royals themselves. I don't understand how anyone could take joy in seeing Prince William, a man who has done nothing

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I was quite pleased this evening when Fat Bastard didn't show up for the second week in a row. He had spent a lot of time bitching about how the course was too difficult for him over the previous three weeks, and probably decided to drop out for this reason. Hardly surprising really, as people like him generally don't have a lot of follow-through. I'm sure he'll also be quitting his "diet" that

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Back in December, I heard that my sister had successfully claimed an assload of money from the government by filing for something called "rent tax credits" through an online system called "PAYE Anytime". Apparently, anyone who has paid taxes through PAYE over the last four years is entitled to get some of it back. Though it would seem that the tax office have not gone too far out of their way to

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This evening, we sat our first "mock exam" on all that we've covered so far. Obviously this wasn't important or anything, but it would have been nice if my new enemy, Fat Bastard could have at least kept his ever-chattering mouth shut while said exam was taking place.The first page of the paper stated, in bold uppercase letters, that anyone caught talking during the examination would be "

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To tell you the truth, I actually felt a bit overwhelmed by last week's computerised accounts class. But having attended the second class this evening, I now feel that I'm getting my head around the new information, and it all seems quite simple really. So that's good.But unfortunately, those unsavory characters seated at the desks behind me haven't gone away. And that fat, bald* bastard has not

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I attended the first class of my computerised accounts course this evening. First of all, I found that I'd actually been slightly misinformed. While researching the course, I was sure I had read that we'd be learning the widely-used accounts package "Sage". But it as it turns out, we'll actually be using something called "TAS Books", which I'd never even heard of until today, so I have no idea if

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After ten long weeks, I have finally completed the last module of that computer course thing which, looking back, seems to be the only subject I've written about since the start of the year. I haven't been given my certificate yet, but I assume they're going to send it in the post next week or something.There were seven modules in all, and without much effort, I passed each exam for each module

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I was just nipping out to the shop yesterday afternoon, when I noticed an unstamped letter waiting for me in the front hall. I read it, and discovered that someone from the social welfare office had called round earlier that day. Their intention was to conduct a surprise inspection, to ascertain whether I've been making an effort to find employment.I was home at the time, but they had

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Well, I'm still doing this course thing. We began the "pre-test" for the second module on Monday evening. This is essentially a set of practice questions similar to the ones we would face in the actual test, which took place this evening.This module was based around Microsoft Excel. And as I had breezed through all the questions before the end of Monday's session, the instructor told me that I

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Beardo and Pointz finally get what's coming to them.

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This evening, I sat an "exam" for the first "module" of my ECDL course. We were advised to "revise, revise, revise" but obviously I didn't bother, what with being a smug prick who already knows how to use Microsoft Word. And what is there to revise, really? Even if a question comes up involving an obscure function that I've never used before, it's just a case of stopping and looking at the

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I attended the first session of my ECDL evening course this evening. Unlike the day course I dropped out of back in October (12/10/10), it was based in some place called Loughlinstown, rather than Balinteer. And in order to get there, I thought that my only option was to take the "Dublin Area Rapid Transit" (train). This would require a 30 minute walk to the station, a 30 minute train-ride, and

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Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam, motherfucker!

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Over the last year, I have been partaking in something called the 365 Project. As the name suggests, it involves uploading one photograph every day for an entire year.I got the idea from copying that Steve guy. But while he went on to take arty pictures using proper photographic techniques and a good-quality camera, I went on to take pictures of nothing with my Nokia 6300 camera-phone, which are

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Leave those ducks alone!

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On the morning of Christmas Eve, I left my flat for the bus station. On the way, I couldn't help but notice some people collecting for charity. One of them was repeating the line, "Spare some change for the ho-ho-homeless!" Naturally I wanted to tweet about it, but then realised that I didn't want to take my elaborate new phone out in public, as someone might try to snatch it. There'll probably

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-50702726691379289992010-12-24T00:00:00.003Z2011-12-04T05:26:43.043Z

Have probably overdone it with the orcs this month, but oh well. Merry Christmas, blingwads!

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Yesterday afternoon I thought "fuck it" and went out and bought myself a new mobile phone. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the old one, and of course I'm not expecting a lot of calls. But I figured it might be good to have one of those modern smartphones with wi-fi and a touch screen, so I can piss about on the internet while loafing around on the couch, or in bed, or on the john.When

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For the last couple of days, it has been colder than a motherfucker in Dublin, much like the rest of the British Isles in that respect. I've obviously had the heating on, which will undoubtably cost me a fortune when the bill comes in, but despite that it's still pretty fucking cold in here.I live an old, Edwardian house that has been converted into a number of small units And the problem with

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Last Tuesday, I went to the post office to collect my dole money, and to my surprise, was given twice the usual amount. Having not heard anything from the welfare office about what was going on, I assumed that I'd been given the next week's payment in advance. But this morning, I went to the post office anyway, on the off-chance that I'd been given some kind of Christmas bonus, and that I was due

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You're fired!

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-11926647745587324752010-12-16T00:00:00.010Z2011-12-04T05:26:02.944Z

This is a drawing based on a doodle that I did, that was based on a doodle that Benneth did. He suggested that I draw a more polished version of it, and a number of years later, here it is.Now that I think about it, had I got this done a bit sooner, in time for December 1st (World AIDS Day) it would have had some context. Oh well.Happy belated World AIDS Day!

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I've been living in my new flat for over three weeks now, and haven't had any real problems with it yet. It's still quieter than the previous one, and there are no street lights shining through the blind at night, which is another bonus I forgot to mention last time. The upstairs neighbour does tread more heavily than I'd like, but he/she has nothing on Elephant Woman. The sound can be drowned

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My landlord knocked on my door yesterday evening, and informed me that he had a potential tenant coming round in half an hour. Apparently, Mr. and Mrs. Elephant Woman didn't get back to him about moving out (29/10/10) so he gave me the chance to look at the flat next door, and decide if I wanted it before offering it to the potential tenant.I was quite pleased with what I saw. It was similar to

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I returned to Dublin this morning, after spending a few days loitering at my parents' house. As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I go there every once in a while. However, the last two times have been less than relaxing, due to the fact that my mother has recently become responsible for two foster children. I don't have a problem with children in general, but these two are a pair of arseholes.

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I complained to the landlord this morning, about the continued stamping of the Elephant Woman. I didn't expect this to achieve anything however, as he had already spoken to her about it twice, and it didn't make a blind bit of difference.The landlord then informed me that Mr. and Mrs. Elephant Woman were possibly moving out in about a week's time. Apparently, he had spoken to them about

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I received some good news today, in the form of a letter from the social welfare office. It turns out my claim went through much quicker than the last time, and I should get my money on Thursday, and every Tuesday after that. No starvation for me! However, this was almost immediately followed by some bad news, in the form of my laptop breaking for no apparent reason.Usually when my laptop fucks

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Before I signed up for that FÁS course, which actually turned out to be the wrong course (12/10/10), no-one thought to inform me that the way in which I'd receive my dole payments would be changed. But as it turns out, by accepting that course, I was automatically signed-off at the social welfare office. Had I continued with it, I would have instead received my payments directly from FÁS.What I

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-16601568610471797842010-10-13T00:00:00.002+01:002010-10-13T23:29:38.569+01:00

I bumped into my landlord in the hallway this afternoon. I had been meaning to talk to him about the upstairs neighbours, but before I had a chance to bring the subject up, he asked me if there was still a problem between me and them. I told him that indeed there was.The landlord then told me that Elephant Woman's boyfriend had actually complained to him about me knocking on the ceiling over the

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-49740686122711787922010-10-12T00:00:00.005+01:002011-12-20T14:17:18.953Z

In a previous update (01/09/10) I mentioned that I had applied to do a free ECDL course. I got a letter from FÁS earlier this month, informing me that the course was due to start on October 11th. So I attended yesterday morning. As I had previously mentioned, I had opted for the short course over the extended course, as I am already computer literate, and am really just looking to get an

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As I mentioned in a previous update, my upstairs neighbour, Elephant Woman did make a half-arsed effort to tone down her incessant stamping after I complained to the landlord. Half-arsed meaning that she wouldn't stamp around as much at night, although she would still stamp around a bit, while continuing to stamp back and forth during daylight hours.However, since then she has been gradually

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-30250719757320635322010-10-04T00:00:00.012+01:002010-10-06T23:43:16.404+01:00

On Friday morning, I got another letter from FÁS, informing me that the course I had applied for (01/09/10) would commence from the 11th of October. Also included was a form that would need to be completed by an official at the social welfare office. So that's where I went this morning.When I arrived, there was a queue for the reception desk. At the front of the queue was some fat idiot, doing

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-54127959834533697632010-09-19T00:00:00.018+01:002010-10-06T23:43:55.924+01:00

I've been going for a lot of aimless walks around Dublin over the past few months. Being unemployed means having a lot of free time to kill, and sitting around the flat all day can be extremely tedious. It gives me something to do besides watching television and pissing about on the internet, so why not.The only problem with it is that when walking through Dublin, I'm guaranteed to be accosted by

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-47501963497859762552010-09-17T00:00:00.004+01:002010-09-19T17:10:27.264+01:00

Last month, I wrote an update about how my landlord provided me with a new mattress that was six inches too wide for my bed (13/08/10) after he had previously provided me with one that was six inches too narrow a few weeks before.I've been mildly nagging him about it since, and this morning, while collecting the rent for the week, he told me that he'd be back at 1:00pm with the replacement

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-50293385060391094402010-09-14T00:00:00.003+01:002010-09-14T19:25:52.185+01:00

I am surprised, but over the last few days, my upstairs neighbour does seem to have made an effort to knock it off with the stamping. Admittedly it's a half-arsed effort as I do still hear more stamping than I'd like during the day, but it's not nearly as loud or frequent at night. It's gone from keeping me awake and putting me on the verge of a nervous breakdown to just being really annoying.My

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-48445446631916481982010-09-11T00:00:00.003+01:002011-12-04T05:23:42.580Z

It's certainly 9/11 for this guy's balls!

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Over the last few weeks, I have had more trouble than usual getting to sleep, as a result of Elephant Woman's incessant late night (and daytime) stomping. The noise will keep me awake until about 2-3am, which is when she usually goes to bed. But even after then, I'm still far too tense and distraught to sleep until the following morning, and when I do finally doze off, she gets up and starts

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-80204497842272078382010-09-05T00:00:00.011+01:002010-10-02T16:35:46.200+01:00

I mentioned in a recent update that a new neighbour had moved into the flat directly above me. I'll admit that at the time of writing said update, I didn't really know who this person was to look at. I was working on the assumption that it was this other neighbour I'd seen around, who'd moved in at around the same time, as his entering and leaving of the building did seem to correlate with the

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-87528170502244388862010-09-01T00:00:00.008+01:002010-09-04T22:35:05.142+01:00

Following my visit to the FÁS office back in June, I decided to sign up for a course they offered called the "European Computer Drivers License" or "ECDL". It's essentially an eleven week course on computer literacy.Given that I'm already computer literate as a result of having spent practically my entire adult life sat in front of a computer, one might wonder why I'd bother to take a course when

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-5341481068057017222010-08-25T00:00:00.002+01:002011-12-04T05:22:49.644Z

Poignant, I thought.

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About two weeks ago, the guy who lived in the flat directly above me moved out. I was glad to see him go, as he was a total prick. He would often stamp back and forth across the floor for extended periods of time late at night, keeping me awake. And every once in a while, after pub throwing-out time, he'd invite a large number of shouting, tanked-up idiots round for loud parties, which would last

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-26197671626113909342010-08-13T00:00:00.016+01:002010-08-16T23:24:26.735+01:00

Back in late June, I asked my landlord for a new mattress, as my old one was knackered. He told me that he'd try to sort a one out as soon as he could. A few weeks passed, and he eventually brought one round. However, this new mattress was half a foot too narrow for the bed. He told me that he did have a wider mattress in storage, and that he'd bring that one over when he next had the chance.A

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-38683794346797751432010-06-29T00:00:00.009+01:002010-07-05T00:10:26.752+01:00

I received a terrifying letter from the social welfare office last week, informing me that an appointment had been made for me at the local "FÁS" office. I wasn't sure what FÁS was at first, so I looked into it and found out that it was an organisation for getting dolewads like myself back into work.The letter also stated that attendance was mandatory, as I must be seen to be making every effort

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-6284876941041138362010-06-17T00:00:00.006+01:002010-06-19T20:30:06.947+01:00

My birthday again, which as I've stated before, is just another fucking day. The only difference being, it's one of the few days of the year I will allow myself to get tanked-up on a weeknight. I no longer have to get up on weekday mornings admittedly, but I still prefer to limit drinking to weekends, so as to give myself something to look forward to. Cheers, or something!

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-47836267408038848782010-06-11T00:00:00.009+01:002010-09-20T03:20:05.569+01:00

Last week, I found myself in a difficult situation where the hot-water switch for my electric shower had become jammed. I tried to fix it myself, but with no luck. I had just been sculpting my award-winning guns and was reeking as a result, so in the end I had to have a cold shower, which was unpleasant.My landlord came round the next day to collect the rent, and I asked him if he could do

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About a month ago, I sent an email to my former line manager from my last job, requesting that he write me a reference. He didn't send a response, so I sent a follow-up message on Monday. That too was ignored.I'm not currently looking for a job and still maintain that Life On The Dole is brilliant, but I figured it couldn't hurt to have a reference now, to put aside for any future job searches.I

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-53374820720281553862010-05-04T00:00:00.011+01:002010-05-05T01:08:34.520+01:00

Anyone who actually reads this nonsense might have noticed that I didn't update my shit last month. This was because nothing worth mentioning occurred during that time.I'm still unemployed and have made no effort to find another job since being approved for rent allowance. Even though I'm only getting an extra €96 per week on top of my dole (rather than the €120 I had been led to expect) it's

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-26383206445334345002010-03-31T00:00:00.015+01:002010-04-05T01:53:15.294+01:00

Back in February, I was advised by someone at the welfare office to apply for a supplementary rent allowance. So I went to their other office that handles this, and they gave me a form. I completed it and handed it back to them the next day. Having been told there was a backlog, I waited for a while. But after seven weeks, I decided to go back there to see what the hold up was. I was reluctant to

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Went to sign on for the first time today. For anyone unfamiliar with the sponging process, as I was until recently, this needs to be done every four weeks at the welfare office. The payments are picked up on a weekly basis from the post office.When I arrived, I was mortified to find that the queue appeared to stretch outside the building, and right around the block. However, this was only because

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-54376660420814468592010-03-17T00:00:00.007Z2010-03-20T21:11:40.106Z

I've been loitering round my parents' house again for the last few days, for the usual reasons; So I can binge on some uninterrupted sleep and also because being unemployed and sitting alone in my flat up in Dublin week after week can actually get kind of boring, believe it or not.But in addition to those are some other reasons; The first of which is to see that "Luke" guy off. He went to the

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-70494350599585029162010-03-06T00:00:00.015Z2010-08-22T20:37:42.812+01:00

Something positive has happened lately. My arch-nemesis, the notorious door-slamming fuckwit seems to have disappeared without explanation. I haven't seen or heard from him in a couple weeks. I hope that he's lying dead in a ditch somewhere and not just away on holiday, because if he comes he back, I'm going to be gutted.You see, in his absence another fuckwit has stepped in on his turf. Like the

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-46953950024366240542010-02-28T00:00:00.033Z2010-03-21T01:34:45.765Z

I read a news article this evening about a protest by activists in The Netherlands, against the exclusion of homosexuals by the Roman Catholic church. Every time something like this comes up, I am irritated.Everyone seems to have forgotten that the entire point of following a religion is to be told what to think and how to live your life. When followers decide they can tell the church what it

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-11160588232695084772010-02-24T00:00:00.016Z2010-02-26T12:41:19.374Z

After twelve long weeks of being unemployed, I finally got some money off the government! This included back-payments for nine of those weeks. I would have got more than that, had my former employers not taken three weeks to sort out my P45, but there you go.I've never actually claimed benefits prior to today. I once filled out the forms shortly after moving to Crawley in 2002, but then backed

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-5066472937980189692010-02-05T00:00:00.004Z2010-02-07T22:58:35.755Z

I decided to take a trip to that Cavan place, to stay at my parents' house for a few days, where it's quiet and hopefully I'll get some decent fucking sleep. Something I'm deprived of back in Dublin, due to my neighbours stamping up and down the fucking hall, repeatedly slamming that goddamned door, and playing unreasonably loud music late at night.The other night, I decided stay up until 3am,

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-63947519409184352132010-01-21T00:00:00.020Z2010-01-25T02:02:22.158Z

Neighbours slamming doors: It's been driving me up the fucking wall more than usual lately. Now that I don't have a job to go to during the day, I barely get any break from it. I was particularly frustrated this afternoon, so I did a search on Google to see if others were as angered by this sort of thing as I was, in the hope that knowing about it might make me feel a bit better. I came across

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-33393428294684117022010-01-15T00:00:00.006Z2010-01-19T00:25:09.063Z

When I was first made unemployed, I mistakenly thought that I could avoid the weekly tumble dryer war (24/10/09) by doing my wash during the day, rather than the early evening. This was not the case however, as my adversary, whoever that may be, is also at home during the day.Nevertheless, I put my clothes in the dryer this afternoon. After about 40 minutes, I poked my head out of the door, and

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-60932033936595428192010-01-04T00:00:00.014Z2010-10-06T23:47:47.414+01:00

Decided I'd had enough, and caught a coach back to Dublin this morning. I took a window seat. At the next stop, two teenage girls boarded, and as there weren't many available seats, one took the seat next to me and the other took the seat ahead.From the moment they sat down, they both blathered loudly to each other non-stop, and it quickly began to do my head in. As a direct result of their noise

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-61122618071048450152010-01-01T00:00:00.007Z2010-01-03T14:20:50.199Z

I've been loitering at my parents' house for just over a week now. While doing sod-all for a week this time last year was enjoyable, a lot of that was probably due to it being a break from work. Having already spent most of December doing sod-all at my flat in Dublin, due to being unemployed, I'm starting to get a bit bored.There was a fair bit of booze left over from Christmas, so I figured it

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-74374824696620397952009-12-24T00:00:00.015Z2011-12-04T05:20:52.932Z

Got a bus to my parents' house this morning, where I plan to sit on the couch, drink cups of tea and passively watch some really godawful television until the new year. At least it'll be a break from that door-slamming twat downstairs.Usually on Christmas Eve, I attend mass with the family, and have to put up with that fucking singing priest. But thankfully, it was so cold this evening that the

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-14599785831963294292009-12-23T00:00:00.002Z2011-12-04T05:20:37.627Z

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-27550449402966261252009-12-14T00:00:00.016Z2009-12-27T15:32:37.719Z

Two weeks ago, I paid a visit to the hospital on the advice of my GP. This was to see if they could do anything about a hilarious urethral infection I seem to have, which didn't seem to respond to his treatment. This morning, I went back for the follow-up appointment.The reception operates a system whereby you take a number, and approach the desk once that number appears on the screen. The last

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-69117465421672089652009-11-27T00:00:00.012Z2009-12-01T09:14:36.726Z

Today was supposed to be my final day at work, but rather than get up and going to the office, I decided to stay in bed instead. I just could not be fucked with it. I am now officially unemployed. That is all.

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I was contacted at work this morning by some guy I'd never even heard of. He informed me that someone else in the same office was due to leave of her own accord at the end of the week, and that her job was now available to me. He expected me to be pleased about this, but I was actually quite annoyed. I'd been looking forward to leaving. Until that moment, I'd been given what I wanted without

Mr. Jerkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17775221940032138060noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20453011.post-59212354059937716932009-11-03T00:00:00.016Z2009-11-08T03:41:41.713Z

It turns out that the reason why I wasn't informed of who my new supervisor was going to be was because I'm being laid-off at the end of the month. I was notified about this today, and the news didn't come as a huge surprise to be honest. While the possibility of me being made redundant was never mentioned out loud until today, the clues were definitely there, so I had been expecting it.And it's

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I was approached by my supervisor this morning, and invited to go out to lunch with him and some other co-workers this afternoon. I should have just said I had other plans for lunch, and not care that it would have been an obvious lie. But no, instead I let the invitation take me off guard, and accidentally agreed to attend. Goddamnit.The occasion for this was the fact that my supervisor is being

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Anyone who's ever glanced slightly to the right at my Twitter feed will be aware that I currently share a communal washing machine and tumble dryer with my neighbours. They will also be aware that this whole predicament is often a source of petty annoyance on my part. I have only recently sussed out how to make the machine spin properly after a wash. I have to switch the machine off, switch it on

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A few weeks ago, I was contacted by my cable company to let me know that they had installed fibre-optic cables on my street, and that they could provide me with a broadband connection at a reasonable price, without having to order a phone line as well. This was good news, as the 3G modem thing I'd been using was constantly giving me grief. So I placed an order and it was installed today. I am

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Today, I needed to have some new program installed on my work computer. Someone from IT came up to do this, and told me that it would take an hour to do so. So I went to the canteen for lunch. After that, I still had 45 minutes to kill, so I went for an aimless stroll around the neighbouring area. After that, I headed back to the office. I noticed five of the sales staff up ahead, loitering near

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