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intr.v. free·load·ed, free·load·ing, free·loads – Slang
To take advantage of the charity, generosity, or hospitality of others.
free’load’er n.
Well, that says it all.
12.Oct.08 
Bitching 
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Busy Busy Busy…
I went to gym again last night, but ended up skipping some parts of my routine. Even doing that, I was still there for the best part of 2 hours.
I normally go on Mondays and Thursdays. Mondays are busy. I also tried Tuesdays, but they’re just as busy. Fridays suck, coz they close an hour earlier, so if you’re late arriving, you don’t get everything done before they kick you out. Thursdays are good though. Well, at least they used to be.
It’s the Victoria University Gym. You’d expect a lot of students there, yes? No. A few students. More than a few Indians. A few abnormally bulked up people who look like they live there. A few normal average people – (I prefer to include myself in this category 
). And lucky last, a few fat people.
And now on Thursday, we have a whole group of about 20 Down Syndrome people.
Now I totally have nothing against anyone with Down Syndrome. Bastard of a thing to have wrong with you.
What I DO have a problem with, is the management (or rather mis-management) of the fucking Gym.
The Down Syndrome people come in, and pretty much get on everything and into everything. They have no comprehension of Gym Etiquette, so they just hog things even when they’re resting. Which is also a problem with most of the Indians. But assumedly their brains function ‘normally’, so they have no excuse, except maybe stupidity.
Then there’s this mid 40’s guy who’s always there, who could floor you with his disgusting body odour – from 5 paces. Someone needs to introduce him to a modern day invention we call ‘deodorant’, and we’ll all be better off [alive].
He also doesn’t have a clue how to use dumbells, coz he ends up getting momentum by swinging them like pendulums. Dickhead.
Then we have a couple of narcissists, who do a few exercises, and then spend double the time turning in front of the mirror admiring themselves. Sadly, there’s not much to admire – so they should just get on with it.
Yesterday when I arrived, the first thing I go to use after doing stretches is the treadmill. As the Down Syndrome group was on most of them, I sat and waited. Then this anorexic dyke finished up on the treadmill, and headed right out of the gym (Probably to weigh herself, to see if she’d reached negative mass yet). So I walked over and reset it, and started my warmup. Then she comes back and starts abusing me, saying she was still on it. Ahem, excuse me? So I ignored her for a minute, but she had this teapot stance and kept bitching at me. So I jumped off, and said “Well have it then, you obviously need it more than I do.” Hopefully that’ll give her a complex and she’ll keep ‘milling until she fades away.
Then I managed to get a few weights exercises in, and then after my first set on the Pec Deck, some Indian wanted to jump in while I was resting inbetween sets. That’s fine – except he did his set, and fucking sat there – and gave me a blank look when I told him to get off. Fuck me.
So i’ve found this new gym which charges just $4.40 per visit, and it’s open 24-7. Sounds like a plan, coz I won’t be renewing my fucking membership at VU.
06.Jun.08 Bitching, Home Comments (0)
Arseholes
Since when do you have to feed meters in a carpark on a Sunday, AFTER 1pm? I never had to before, but some CUNT ticket inspector left a ticket on my windscreen today. $55!
FUCKING ARSEHOLE. No wonder they run away as soon as they give you a ticket though, i’d take to his kneecaps with a tyre iron if I found him.
25.May.08 Bitching Comments (0)
PIN: Pretty Inept Numnuts – aka Customer Disservice
My credit card expired at the end of March. They sent me a letter (mid March) letting me know my new credit card (same card, new expiry date) was available at my local branch, and I could pick it up any time. So I did.
The next time I went to use an ATM, I just assumed it’d continue to work. (ATM = A Terrible Mistake! Mwahaha) But no. Now in a mood, off I went to visit the bank (the ATM I used was in a food court, and I was hungry!)
Queued up. Served. The teller (an Old Duck who could barely work these newfangled computer thingys) couldn’t understand why it didn’t just work, but she requested a PIN reset anyway. That’d take about 3 working days. So I drew out some cashola to tide me over.
A week passed, no PIN reset letter. Back to the bank I went. Another PIN reset, because it’s ‘all they can do’. This time, it arrived just within a week. Pin #: 7979.
Off I went to get some money out of the ATM: Another Tiny Malfunction. It didn’t work, again.
Into the bank. Queue. Explain. Watch the frowns, and the communal gathering of the tellers, mumble, mumble, shrug. “We’ll reissue the PIN again for you, sir”.
Fuck me. Withdrew more money.
Another week passed, then the new unique PIN arrived. 7979. Again?
Surprise surprise, it didn’t work, again.
Back to the bank, spoke to some Indian guy who actually seemed to know what he was doing (!), but I still only got another fucking PIN reset.
Fast forward to last Friday. The PIN letter arrived, and once again, the number was 7979! What the hell? I tried it while out shopping yesterday, and it didn’t work. Again.
So this morning I went to the bank, and spoke with Adrian. Poor guy.. having to deal with me, first thing on a Monday morning.
But I was fairly polite. I told him my problem, and that i’d be either walking out of the bank with a working card with a working PIN, or i’d be closing all my accounts and walking out with my cash. That’s not harsh, eh?
So after punching a bunch of numbers and frowning a few times, he rang Card Services. He spoke to the person on the other end for a minute, then headed over to the bench where they keep all the new cards that customers’ haven’t picked up yet. He pulled one out and came back over to me. It was a duplicate of my card!
I then went and tried that one in the ATM (A Taxing Moment)…. and it worked!
I went back in and asked the obvious questions.. like WHAT, WHO, HOW and WHY.
WHAT the fuck?
WHO requested another card to be made?
HOW long was this new card sitting there?
WHY did they make another card in the first place?
Evidently he said it was ‘complicated’, which in subliminal speak translates to ’someone here fucked up, and the rest of us were too stupid to notice what they’d done. I suspect the person who fucked it up was the Old Duck who couldn’t work her newfangled computer thingy.
And as for me getting the same unique PIN # in three reset letters, he had no answer for that one.
P.S. That’s obviously not my PIN # anymore, duh.
21.Apr.08 Bitching Comments (0)
Wow, we’re sooooo green.
From: The CEO
To: EveryoneHi everyone,
I am pleased to announce that we are participating in Earth Hour this Saturday.For those of you who aren’t aware, Earth Hour is trying to encourage as many households, communities and businesses to turn their lights out for one hour on 29 March from 8pm– 9pm.
We will participate by turning off our sign at the Melbourne Office for one hour.
So, don’t panic if you don’t see the sign illuminated on Saturday night – it’s all for a good cause!
Wow. That’s really going to save a lot of power. Howabout we turn off the lights on each of the 7 levels as well? Every night. All night. Not just for one hour on one night. Pfft.
It’s almost as stupid as those Bob Geldof Live Aid concerts, which are supposedly carbon neutral. Except for the millions of people watching the concert on their Plasma or LCD TV’s, duh.
28.Mar.08 Bitching, Work Comments (0)
Resistance is futile..
I’ve never really followed star signs, they always seem so far off the mark. Today is no exception. It says:
Aquarius:
Feel free to enlist your own creativity today to solve any problem that may come your way, dear Aquarius. Do not feel like you absolutely need to take a rational and methodical approach. This sort of frame of mind has already been tried. It is now time to explore a more intuitive method of completing any task that you wish to tackle at this time. Exercise more of your sensitive nature.
… when really, it should say:
Aquarius:
Many problems will come your way today, dear Aquarius. Do not feel like the world is against you, that would just be paranoia. It’s merely your turn to get screwed over, so touch your toes and take it like a man. Or if you prefer, just don’t get out of bed today, it’s really not going to be worth it.
Now that’s accuracy in a star sign i’d pay to have.
I woke up a bit late, so motored around and got ready for work. I even remembered to pack my lunch from last night’s leftovers. Yum.
A brisk walk to the train station, and then a 15 minute wait for the train which decided to be late.
Can you say, ’sardine tin’?
Got to work. Aircon was blowing like anything, so sent off an email.. something along the lines of ‘Please advise if you can fix the Aircon flow within the hour, otherwise i’m going home and not coming back until you fix it for good‘… Yessiree, I certainly enjoy wearing a ski parker and scarf whilst sitting at my desk.
About 30 minutes later some aircon guy with a ladder appeared. It’s amazing how quickly things get done when you CC your boss, the building manager, and the CEO.
Now with the aircon wound back from ‘baby peas snap freeze’ to ‘cold draft’ mode, I continued working.
Lunchtime comes around, and I head off to nuke my Pork Stirfry. Heat, stir, heat again. Beep, it’s done. Push the open button, someone’s had greasy hands and haven’t wiped it properly. Bleh. I’ll just give it another stir…. PLOP. Steam came out and combined with the slipperyness, I dropped the whole thing. On the floor.. and myself. Cleaned all that up, threw it all in the bin. Marched downstairs, over the road to the food court.
Asked for a small takeaway, and the guy asked me if I wanted rice or noodle. Then he turned around to get a container while I was replying. Then he turned back and asked me again. Sigh.
So yeah, i’m writing this right now whilst eating my dodgy takeaway as some kind of zen exercise so I don’t go postal or something. I think it’s working. Maybe.
All this on top of all the shit that’s been falling apart lately… maybe i’ll just cancel the whole holiday and crawl under a rock for a couple of weeks?
21.Jan.08 Bitching, Gloom Comment (1)
Just another way India helps the Planet…
Not content with turning the Ganges into a giant effluent pipe, spewing untold tonnes of shit into the atmosphere and providing the world with shocking programming and call centre experiences, (not to mention the occasional bad curry) India has done it once again: They’ve managed to turn the name Nano – which used to be associated with that cute tiny fashionable MP3 player from Apple – into something you’ll immediately look at and think, ‘cheap, nasty and polluting’.
Introducing the Tata Nano, a $2,500 4-door 5-seat, 30-hp coffin-on-wheels which promises to bring affordable mobility to the povvo’s and more pollution to the rest of us.
Thank you and FUCK OFF. Geez.
11.Jan.08 Bitching Comment (1)
Backup for Backups
Last year after my holiday, my hard drive decided not to boot up after having a 3 week rest. Luckily after some not so subtle slapping around, it started to spin again, and I haven’t turned the PC off since.
After that experience, I decided that it was worth investing some money into a backup solution. I chose a proprietary Maxtor OneTouch III 1TB Drive, which I put into a Raid 1 configuration. This way, there’s two copies of whatever I copy onto it – in case one of those drives dies.
Bought for $899, now they’re only $499. Fuckers.
Everything works well in theory, but as they say – the proof is in the pudding.
Yesterday, I was browsing through some of my photos (photos I took myself, not porn) and I started to notice there were directories.. empty ones. That should have had lots of pictures in them.
I shut the computer down, and connected the Maxtor to my other computer. It didn’t even detect it! I moved it back to the first PC. Missing too!
I wondered if I could just pull out the drives and see which one was still working.. No. Damn – a Warranty Sticker over the screw.
Back to the 2nd pc again, and after a dozen or so reboots and power cycles, cable wiggles, and a few mild thumps, it detected. Whew! A nice message popped up from the Maxtor software to inform me that the drive mirroring was now disabled as one of the drives had suffered hardware failure, and that I should send the drive back to Maxtor for replacement. No mention of how to save my stuff.
So I moved my data as quickly as possible to various hard drives just incase it decided to stop working permanently. It’s now spread across 5 different drives, but it’s.. safe(ish).
I quick formatted the remaining (working) partition on the Maxtor, then tried to format it normally – it didn’t want to do that bit. Boxed it up, got an RA number, and back it goes for replacement today.
This whole process has enlightened me with a couple of shortcomings in my choice of backup hardware.
IF the circuit board had fried itself, but the drives themselves were still good, how would I get my data? Easy choice if it was out of warranty – rip the bitch apart, but as it’s still within warranty I obviously want it fixed. Free.
I’m now thinking of getting a RAID 1 NAS box that I can put my own drives into, which will overcome these issues. Rebuild on the fly, and all that shit.
Tags: dead, Maxtor, nerdy shit
26.Nov.07 Bitching, Web / Programming Comments (2)
Technical inventions and how to use them
There’s a new and very technical invention that I installed in my home recently, it’s called a Doorbell.
You push the button which is placed outside the front door, and it buzzes or dings inside to let the occupants know someone is at the door.
Unfortunately, the fucking FEDEX guy hasn’t fully comprehended how to work this new invention yet, and instead insisted on knocking on the brick wall – which nobody heard.
It kind of nullifies their rather amazing effort of getting a camera lens from New Jersey, USA (via Hawaii) to my front door in 3 days, if I have to wait another 3 days until they can deliver it again on Monday (from their warehouse, 10 min away). Fuckers.
02.Nov.07 Bitching Comments (2)
Ooooh dearie me
Stupid fucking indians.
I cringed when I heard we were outsourcing some processes to some mob in India, and today proved my fears.
Due to the work this application puts on the database server, we specified that they were to run no more than 4 concurrent users.
Lots of errors were coming in today, and I just thought to ask, “So how many people are running the application concurrently?”
“8″. Eight. Double the number we told them.
If they can’t follow that simple instruction, would you want them to have anything to do with your money? No? Me neither. That’s why my cashola is elsewhere.
28.Aug.07 Bitching, Work Comments (0)
