Occasionally I have been known to have conversations that actually make little to no sense, most of which are with bizarre people on the phones.  This evening was but just one:

For the sake of easily identification, I shall be bolded and my caller will be average sized text.

Good Evening Zurich Municipal Kevin Speaking, How can I help?
I wish to register with teletrade, I received a leaftlet when I joined as a premier customer to call this number.
I’m sorry sir but you’ve come through to Zurich, where did you get this number from as we deal with road traffic incidents.
I got it from this leaflet sent from HSBC, it’s red and came in a white envelope!
Well sir, that may be the case, however, you have come through to Zurich on a motor insurance line.
Well I called 0845 *blah blah blah*.
I’m sorry sir there are litterally HUNDREDS of telephone numbers that come in to this building which I don’t have a list for I’m afraid.
But I got this number from the HSBC leaflet!
This may be the case, but we’re not HSBC, we’re ZURICH.  I apologise but you must have the wrong number somewhere.
Well then I don’t see why I’m speaking to you.*
Thank you for calling Zurich, good bye.

* At this point I would have loved to reply: You’ve spent the last 3 minutes challenging me on where I work, I’m not going to give in and say, well SUPPRISE this really is HSBC, happy april fools day now am I?

I actually want to get this call off the recording system and put it on here, it’s UNBELIEVABLE.  The above crappy transcription doesn’t quite show the amount of effort this man went through, even when he DESCRIBED the envelope the leaflet came in.

Well, what a week.  So far I have syphoned my entire monthly budget in one trip up to Newcastle (and it was worth it).  I’ve got sick of my job and the bitching/gossiping that seems to be getting worse and worse.  My car has magically fixed itself (and I only paid £37 for it).

I’ve also got myself a watch, which I like and enjoy.  And it’s nearly christmas working time!

However, the best thing, the bestest thing EVER is:

DEAD SET - E4

Shortly followed by this (of course):

Ernestas Juodis

My car has developped a gearbox issue.  This is not good.

EDIT: I also need a shave.

FSG MASSIVE DISSES DA RSA MASSIVE INNIT!

Tabs - State

Tabs & Kevin - State, Seren - Workin it.

(more…)

… I’ll transfer your call to the relivant department.  Please enjoy some Justin Timberlake on the hold music.

Oh what a day this has been, I haven’t felt so much hate since 1987, «Die Robo Jungen»as per usual failed to show on a monday.  Probably because of some lame excuse or bollocks reasoning.  But what do I care, I just had to arrange my life to suit his selfish needs.  Woop woop.

I really need to spend some time at home in Brizzal, possibly some point over saturday as I’m off to Corby come Sunday for the Travis Perkins Family fun thing.  Woop.

Right now I think I might go bed like.  Booyaka!

I sit here in front of this PC trying to think of some kind of halarious update to keep us all amused, but I doubt it will happen.  As I am boring.  It happens so get over it.  I’ve got to work all day tomorrow and I think the internets has been stopped at work again so it could be rather boring to do an entire 13 HOUR shift with no entertainment.  Ho hum.

So far this week I’ve driven to Thatcham:

Did some work and other junk. Woop woop.

Теги: foto, boring, rubbish entry

I’m really starting to hate the LiveJournal now days, I remembered when it first started it was all cool and good fun.  I tolerated it for sometime now as a Early Adopter I was immune to the advertisements when they came in, but now, I can not rid my blog of them.  It’s unpossible!  And they’re HEAWGE!

So I reckon I’ll just give up on livejournal and let it die a commercial death, in the void of the commerical internet were it deserves to be, a hollow “community” alone in a dollar filled void.  Much like VOX or TYPEPAD.  I know it’s a bit ritch as I have google ads on my site, but in realistic terms it makes pennies and they aren’t obtrusive.  As for some other magical ads, I think they must be due to estat which reminds me to cough up another couple euros a month to fix that problem.

I’ve also dabbled with an AOL Journal, it seems basic and not as fun as the masterpeice that Кевин.com.ua is at this very moment in time.  However, once I can afford to purchase my WINS Server from Santronics I might fully downgrade and we’ll see in what non-commericalised text based internet that takes us.

We await in glee.

15/08/2008 by Кевин, on Flickr

Well there is quite a bit that’s happened since I last posted to this halarious blog.  First of all Twitter cut off the rest of the world because they’re bitches.  Secondly, from the photo to the left you can clearly see Tabernac and Laura at the Old Drain on an evening with Rob at one of our bodyshops.  This was a good evening.

Other highlights include - Lisa nearly smashing in to a parked Skoda, Tabs talking me in to going to Westfest and some other crap that passed aling the way.

Also, I jacked up my insurance to £82 a month.  I decided I want my no claims protected. Holla.

Remeber that post some time ago, please find attached the final conversation. Officially Keiran is a complete prick and I don’t know why. I might just punch him.

Kevin look who it isn’t
8:56pm

Kieran Bye Bye
8:56pm

Kevin so we’re not talking smack today then
8:58pm

Kieran
i really can not think of any1 else in the whole of the world that i would less like to talk to then you!! please leave me alone, if youre guna be a twat!
8:59pm

Kevin excuse me? I think I’ve got a supreme right to be a twat to you. You have alot of explaining to do. Getting threatening texts at all hours and being harassed on facebook. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? Explain.
9:02pm

Kieran Bye Bye, have a nice life 9:03pm

Kevin
So I’m not going to get an explanation or an apology. Kieran, you my friend are the twat. And when you have the balls to tell me what your fucking issue is then I think that status can be re-visited. Until then enjoy prickdom.

I FOUND THE MARGIE PHELPS EMAIL, PROOF AND TESTIMENTONIAL THAT SHE CALLED ME A SOAP OPERA CHARACTER:

Reply-To: (margiep77@kscable.com)
From: “Margie J Phelps” (margiep77@kscable.com)
Subject: Your e-mail to godhatesfags.com
Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 14:22:14 -0600

Margie Phelps