Posted January 30, 2013 Good stuff: After being a social recluse during exam season (that xbox isn't gonna play itself) I have nights out again! Last night, tonight, tomorrow night, friday - all nights out! In other good news my attempt at quitting smoking has been quite successful for the past month - only 4 cigarettes consumed in the whole of January. I found a really cool drink shop that must sell about 15-20 different kinds of gin, as well as a sweet shop that sells vanilla coke, amongst other 'murica related candies. As well as this, apparently there's a good chance at least a couple of my friends are finally going to visit me at uni. Better late than never I guess. So nice to feel so good again after a good few weeks of exam-induced boredom/stress. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 explain your living arrangement.. i'm confused o_O Presumably he lives in a house... with other people who have their own rooms? Yeah, it's a house share. But the bedrooms are en-suite so the only place to bump into them is the hallway/stairs and the kitchen. I met 1 guy (out of 5). He didn't seem that bothered to meet me. I get the impression that it's not a particularly sociable house. He's been here 7 months and has never met the guy in the bedroom next to him. He didn't say how long the guy had been there, but he didn't say "I haven't met him yet", or anything similar, so I'm guessing he's not new. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Clearly the guy you met is the Howard of the building, and the guy in the room next to him is the Paul Lamb. You're the Sabine, obviously. The older person who moved there from far away and who nobody likes. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Won a competition to have my idea for a Formula1 Comic Strip drawn up professionally! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Clearly the guy you met is the Howard of the building, and the guy in the room next to him is the Paul Lamb. You're the Sabine, obviously. The older person who moved there from far away and who nobody likes. Actually I'm the youngest (I think). Most of them are doctors so they must be older. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Actually I'm the youngest (I think). Most of them are doctors so they must be older. Or you're living in a house filled with reclusive child prodigies. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 I think I casually got offered a job earlier. Basically I'm currently in the 'data quality' side of the wider student database team (the other team focusing on development). Had to speak to one of them about a problem that was going on and he was showing me some SQL and said "how would you fancy doing this?" and I assumed he was jokingly suggesting I should do it for him, but then he said "there's two positions going". Not an actual offer, obviously, but I think if I applied I'd be a shoe in. Don't want to do it as I plan to hand in my notice in a few weeks anyway, but nice to be offered I suppose. Plus it's only a few hundred more than what I'm currently on Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Or you're living in a house filled with reclusive child prodigies. From what people say at work, @MoogleViper seems to be describing a pretty standard professional house share. They're not the friendly places that a uni house share is. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Sounds pretty standard for doctors too. They don't tend to socialise much outside their own, and work ridiculous hours the rest of the time. My sister is a doctor. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Doctors don't 'work', so much as 'occasionally save lives in-between doing it like rabbits'. At least that's what TV has taught me. Unfortunately, they only have sex with other doctors (occasionally they settle for nurses), so you're out of luck, Moogle. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Not true. They occasionally have sex with the hot wives of coma patients, whale trainers and their mentor's sisters. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 But they always end up with a fellow doctor (sometimes they settle for a nurse) in the end. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Kelso and Cox didn't. And let's face it, if Sarah Chalke was on the table you'd be a fool not to Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 Cox's wife worked at the hospital in some sort of administrative capacity, so she was basically a doctor (I'm pretty sure that's how it works). And do we know for sure that Kelso's wife wasn't a doctor? :p And if Sarah Chalke was on the table, that would make dinner very interesting. You'd have to, sort of... eat around her. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 She was a board member who apparently worked about eight days a year :p And Kelso's was too fat to get around! Unless it was that sushi dining where you eat of a naked person. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 30, 2013 I like it better when you're perving over Donald Glover. Sarah Chalke is way too old for you. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 She was a board member who apparently worked about eight days a year :p And Kelso's was too fat to get around! Unless it was that sushi dining where you eat of a naked person. Enid was a nurse, as revealed in that slightly disturbing 60's flashback of Kelso with glorious sideburns. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 I thought she was in a wheelchair rather than just too fat? Or was she in a wheelchair because she was too fat? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 She was fat because she was in a wheelchair because she was paraplegic. My knowledge of ancillary fictional characters is why I don't get laid more. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 Maybe she was a paraplegic because she was fat because she was in a wheelchair because she was...... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 Got on the Underground (metro) in Shanghai today. Offered an old lady my seat, who promptly burst into tears of voluble gratitude (old lady, not the seat). A lady gets on with her father in a wheelchair: he obviously has final stage Parkinson's and she's struggling to push the chair. Suddenly the chair collapses, the wheel has given out and the chair goes sliding all over. I grab it and stop the old gent from falling out. She panics and holds up the wheel, easy to see that the thread is loose so I grab the tape from my bag and lash the wheel back on. A long conversation about Parkinson's follows as well as the difficulties of caring for people. Off she trots. Then I lean up against the door.... Next thing I know I'm being choked half to death by an eight-month-old baby with an iron grip on my scarf. I manoeuvre the scarf out of his chubby vice-like hands and he starts howling... Off with the scarf and back into the baby's hands. Cue one cheerful baby. We pull up to my station and there's a loud "THUD" about halfway down the carriage: someone has fallen over. I push my way through the onlookers and everybody is all "no, don't help!" and I see the guy sprawling on the floor drunk as a skunk. I check his airway breathing, and circulation - all fine but he's out cold. No-one else is lifting a finger. I get him into a seat and luckily the station manager comes along and we drag him off the train so everyone can get on with their journey. Out I trot. Next thing I know, I'm being mobbed by a bunch of locals gabbling at me in their heathen lingo. From what I gather, I've been a good boy. Of course, now my legs ached from the hour of standing, my hands are smothered in wheel grease, I've got a cold neck and I stink like cheap booze. I saved someone £2.50 per quarter today. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 Met another housemate. He's an Indian guy who looks about late 40s/early 50s. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 I saved someone £2.50 per quarter today. And you, have proved to be... ...a real human being. And a real hero. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 31, 2013 My birthday present from Dan is a spa day and afternoon tea. By the end of it I will be like: ... pinching your nipple? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted February 1, 2013 She was fat because she was in a wheelchair because she was paraplegic. My knowledge of ancillary fictional characters is why I don't get laid more. Never underestimate your personality my child. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
