mmmm meat candy not

17 05 2010

A co-worker of mine has been away in China for the past couple of weeks and came back to work yesterday.

We always bring back some sort of food stuff from trips and it has recently become an unofficial contest to see who can bring in the strangest thing.

I think we might have a winner or at least an incredibly strong front runner.

Chinese meat candies.

I like meat, I like candy and I like Chinese food so how bad can they be.

Well I will tell you exactly how bad they can be, it was a little bit like eating a sweaty sock full of garlic and chopped meat that had been crushed up into a tiny shite coloured cube mmmm delicious.

There was a spicy beef flavoured cube, a ginger pork flavoured cube and one which I actually believe to have been a lump of shrimp paste dusted in sugar and wrapped in fancy paper.

The pork and the beef were bad enough but the shrimp one was truly fishalicious, I was tasting that bad mother funker for about 3 hours afterwards.

If you ever find yourself with a pressing need to vomit you could do far worse then pop a few of these cubes of gastro-intestinal death.





Ash Cloud Blues pt 2 – The Aftermath

26 04 2010

Having finally made it back home I have today made my somewhat less than triumphant return to work.

You would think that this would be pretty unremarkable, thousands of people do this everyday all over the world and certainly compared to the journey to and from home it is unremarkable.

But there is a problem; I opened my outlook account and there in front of me were 784 emails ?!?!? WTF I was only gone from work for 5 business days.

Then I realised what had happened, it only took me the first dozen or so emails to work it out…none of my co-workers did anything whilst I was away.

Now I don’t mean that there was work that was specifically mine and they didn’t do it, that would be fine. I mean they did nothing, nada, zilch, zip.

We have access to a shared inbox that all new work requests come through to, none had been taken since I had left the office, some had even been marked with a little flag saying “Tom”….Well I opened them and had a look and guess what there was NOTHING that required  my personal attention, every single last one of my co-workers could have dealt with all of the emails that were in there.

I guess in summary I only have one thing to say on the matter

My co-workers are all giant douche bags of the highest order








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