Tee-hee!
Let's be honest, everyone enjoys seeing bottomhole managers getting a right shoeing and this is no exception. Yes, it's
Hang on, I just had a thought about the Crimean War. You know, the one from 1854. It was Turkey, France and Britain against the Ruffians. If my memory serves well, this was the first joint military co-operation between us and the M8s since we gave them a bit of a stuffing at Waterloo. Art!
We get on better now
ANYWAY this is another epic of revenge gleaned from Youtube. Original Poster had been in sales for years and took up with a new start-up company that was seeking to sell phone contracts when the market got de-regulated. Lots of companies sought to get a slice of the pizza since it was a free-for-all. Art!
The owners, a husband and wife, insisted people eat tasteless vegan snacks and do yoga, because even aging hippies like making money. There was no base salary, all pay was on commission and employees could work as many or as few hours as they wished, getting paid on a weekly basis. OP rubbed his hands and got stuck in, working 100 hours over the next seven days and hitting it out of the ballpark. Out of the city, in fact, because based on the commission he'd be getting over $10,000 for that week.
Except not. OP was told that there were 'problems' with 95% of his contracts and thus he would only be getting a fraction of what he was owed. Art!
Pretty obviously, OP was not a happy bunny.
Later that night Frank, the office manager, called OP and invited him to have a beer together. When they met Frank explained that the business owners were in a panic, because based on OP's sales figures, he would have bankrupted them. They had spread his contracts over the office floor and verified that they were all legitimate, so they decided to do him over.
Frank realised that, if they were capable of doing that to OP, they'd most certainly do it to him. Thus, would OP be interested in going into business with him against the company?
OP was interested, and here is where things get trickier. You see, the company didn't have a contract to work in that region; they were basically poaching business from the real contract owner, who wasn't operating at all and had no idea he had competitors elbowing in.
Ooops.
Frank and OP put together a business proposition and contacted Joe, the real contract owner. He liked their pitch, so much so that the contacted the poachers and threatened them with legal action if they didn't cease operating. Art!
A week later Frank and Joe turned up at the now empty office to get their final paychecks from the bitter and resentful business owners, who wanted to know if he felt guilty for destroying their lives? (because they'd had to max out their credit cards to get the final paychecks together).
"Nope!" he gleefully responded.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
More Of Food
The stomach-on-legs that is Conrad is always happy to talk about food. Let me illustrate the point. Art!
Yes, it's the Ninja Foodi again. This time I used the "Sync" function, which ensures two different food's cooking time ends simultaneously. A much better way to cook home-made chips than a giant pan of dangerously hot oil, and the house doesn't smell like a chippy for days afterwards. Art!
This is Kim Chi Fried Rice, which was jolly tasty, and a good way to use up the last of my Kim Chi. Only problem is that there was enough for two meals, so I now have a load of this left to reheat and eat. O woe. I may try Japchae this evening because that spinach won't last forever. Apparently you need to SQUEEZE the beef strips, which promises to be fun.
Conrad: Still Furiously ANGRY!
<mashes Remote Nuclear Detonator madly> Yes, my righteous rancour still riles and you'll see why in a second. Yes, Codewords again.
"HOBNOB": According to my Collins Concise, "to socialise or talk informally", derived from the phrase "To hob and nob", which meant to drink to one another in turn, itself derived from the Old English "Habban" meaning "To have" and "Nabban", meaning "To not have". Art!
"KAYAK": I know, I know, we recently covered the incredibly dangerous inflatable version of these, which is why I got the solution, no thanks to Eskimos. Art!
"KOPEKS": A unit of Ruffian and Belaruffian currency, being one-hundredth of a rouble. They seem to be used only for vending machines as they probably cost more to make than they're worth. I just looked up the pound-rouble exchange rate, and a ruble is worth 1.4 pence, so a kopek is worth 0.014 pence. Art!
Worth almost £1.37!
"The Sea Of Sand"
The posturing aristocratic alien dictator Lord Excellency Sur is feeling a bit apprehensive about exactly what the Doctor is plotting.
No, what made him uneasy was the diminution in conversation between Thedoctor and the heretic Sorbusa. That damnable alien was alarmingly perceptive and well-informed, able to make unpleasantly accurate guesses about Homeworld's history. What might he not conclude, egged on and informed by the heretic? The only reason Sorbusa remained alive was because, unwittingly, he could draw information out of the alien. Unfortunately resources didn't allow vision in addition to sound; there hadn't been enough time to adapt the cell.
Yet now they were hardly talking! Could they suspect the truth about their prison? No, impossible. The cells were -
" - directly underneath Sur's castle," wrote the Doctor in his diary.
"I'm afraid all your companions are dead," he said aloud. Sorbusa read the Doctor's notes and stared.
"Yes, I expected as much. Soon my turn will come." "How do you know?" he wrote, slowly and awkwardly.
The Doctor tapped the side of his nose, grinning. A series of logical deductions. The cells used trans-mat technology, but were far too small to utilise geo-thermal power as an energy source. Ergo, they were part of a larger complex. The air present in the cells came from an air-conditioned environment, swapped through on a regular basis. Ergo, and using Occam's Razor, they were underneath the castle. Still grinning, he produced a length of metal as thick as the pencil and as long as his forearm, from beneath his sleeve. The grin vanished.
Ah, now we're getting somewhere!
Doctor Siegel Sifts Ships
He's working from a list his Twitter followers created, meaning there are scads of others he could potentially suss out, and may do - he's currently watching "The Expanse" which is about as hard as sci-fi gets.
ANYWAY the next spaceship is the "Hermes" from "The Martian". Art!
This film takes it's science very seriously, which includes spaceship design. Dr. S. points out the only thing he can fault is the direction of the solar panels, which is a pretty minor quibble. It comes in as Please Abduct Me. Art!
You can consider it more akin to a mobile space station as much as it's a spaceship.
Finally -
Edna has been whimpering a bit whilst taking up space on the bed up here in the Sekrit Layr, not sure why - unless it's the fact that I'm concentrating on words of wit, wisdom and wonder, rather than madame herself. I can now devote my attention to her.
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