Plans to Cling
Plans to Cling
Plans to Cling

April 5, 1997
Ormond

2:18am
Saturday Morning

What is it about the Way of All Things that means that the best laid plans will always go awry? Tonight is graveyard night. Envelope stuffing, data entry, bored, bored, bored!

One of my managers had said to me once, when I first started the night shift and was a little hesitant - and I quote "You could have Scott here with you if you wanted. No one would know, and if they did it wouldn't be a problem..." So after many months of doing this shift and being bored by myself, and getting a little clingy to my LP (Reading too many Coffee Shakes back entries I suspect, and feeling all close and wrapped up in him) we decided that he'd make an heroic effort and pull an all nighter with me.

The above explanation does not take into consideration the time spent by me, convincing his Lordship that doing this would be a good idea. It took ages believe me, most of the reassurances resting on the promise - "Of course there won't be anyone there, there's never anyone there but me!

Well Fuck Me Dead! But none other than one of the biggest Assholes that works in our office was sitting there, smack bang in the middle of my section, usuing company time to play on the internet, when I walked in at midnight. What an AssFace. I nearly blew steam.

This guy is really creepy, he doesn't get along well with anyone, and has a long history of making sexual jokes toward his co-workers - male or female. Irrespective of that he's just obnoxious and unpleasant. He's got, like, no life, and he's always hanging around the night staff at the end of his day. (This should be around 6pm, but he always orders take-away, and eats it at his desk, and plays on the internet) instead of going home and those things there like everyone else. So about 9pm, he usually makes his way over to our side of the floor, lounges about on our desks and looks over our shoulders. No one speaks to him much, so he usually gets the hint and pisses off.

But tonight was WAY beyond that. This man started work at 8am, and he stayed here, on my side of the building, creeping me out, until 2:13am. Yeeeech. So in a very embarrasing situation, whereby Scott arrived 15 minutes after I got settled in, to give the staff I take over from time to leave, and the office to empty out - through the supposedly locked behind them, lobby doors. Anyway he breezes into our office , carrying - fortunately, a bottle of coke and a magazine which I grabbed from him and breezily said - "Thanks babe, I'd never have made it through the night without them..."(Piss off now, I'll call you at home and explain, JUST GO NOW) in the best stage whisper I have. Luckily he got the message, and left. Co-worker, just sneered and went on trying to connect to the company email account at, like, Australia On Line (I am sure the Australian equivalent, if not sibling to AOL in the states) But it kept disconnecting on him, so every five seconds I hear....

dialtone, de de de de de di di di de de de do do do di, crhhhhcccchhhrrreeeee, eeeeeeekkkkkccccrrrrrhhhhhhrrrrcccchhhhh, cccccrrrrrrrr, click.

So after about, Oh, 50 of these repetitions, I stagily ask, "The internet giving you hassles?" to which he replies, "Nah, just got the wrong password I think."

This at 12:15am mind you, he goes on in a similar vein until 2am when he left. Must have made at lease a 100 phone calls. What a fucker.

So Scott went home, to bed, and I'm here whining. I can tell you that I'd rather be in bed at home, and OH, golly, what a thrill, no an honour - yes dears we'll be doing this all over again tomorrow night.

Ciao, wish me awake, Yawn.

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