my last day of work experience

the xml people decided to pull me out of what i was going to do today and invited me into their department again. they haven't given me any work to do apart from to look at different implementations of xml use, which is alright. been experimenting myself, thankfully someone left port 21 open. have a look here.
i'm still hyper on that flourencent lemon drink and i think i may lapse into something during the american presentation i have to do after i've drunk a few coca-cola's for lunch. ahhh... lunch, the thing that everyone's mind turns to the second it seems relatively close.
okay, what to do for twenty minutes... hmmm... i've tried irc, the port(s) are blocked, so i cannot scare anyone with my groovy gsk hostmark. i'm not in the mood to do anything to my website, so i think i may just have to sit here and type all of my thoughts that are flooding around my mind at the moment.
this morning on the bus, i encountered a grump bus driver. it was to be expected, but why? why do the majority of bus drivers have permanent bad moods? is it the fact that they are a slave to humanity, providing a service? i mean looking around at certain sites on the internet, you'd think that they'res plenty of people that would want to be slaves. argh, i cannot help but be perverted. it is natural for me to be that way. i think this evening i will crack open a large bottle of a caffinated drink and gulp it down so i can hopefully survive deep into the night. however i don't think i should.
you see, i have tons and absolute tons of homework to do, and i've got my nephew and neice coming over for the weekend. this means that i have no time, and the time when i will not be near my sister's babies is when i should be attempting to relax, however i cannot. i have to get about 24 hours of work done in, erm, 48 hours. now concidering that the working day here at gsk is eight hours long, you can begin to see my predicament.
oh no, i've started with the business language again. it's contageous. it's a real problem. so much so that half my meeting this afternoon is about it.
hmmm... not quite sure that i should be saying things like that but nevermind. ahhh... the joys of being able to type as fast as you can think, well that works in practice, but because of the occasional typo, my trail of thought is absently blocked. 'absently blocked'? now i'm sure there's some strange chemical in this fluorencent lemon drink. i mean, it's supposed to be lemon, so yellow, but it isn't, it's slightly green in colour.
i must be bored because i have started talking about the colour of baverages to the world, instead of picking up one of those large books for some obscure programming language and attempting to learn it. which will never happen and you know that. hmmm... either the person that has used this keyboard before me typed in the same manner, or i have been using it too much. it has shiny bits in all the right places.
aw gawd, now that really did sound perverted. hmmm... all this typing sound is being tolerated by my office cubical neighbours, yet someone over in the corner has been typing constantly for the past hopur, i mean what is there to type about constantly for a complete hour? can you use the mouse or something to stop this eternal tapping noise which i am craeting at the same time so it seems twice as loud.
i think i have written a tad too much, and i doubt that anyone will bother reading this far, which is fairly good.
heh, the soap smell on my hands from me washing my hands earlier smells funny. hehehehheheheh. am i going drunk or something? be interesting to see what madman and god_dan got up to when i left. hehehheheheh. argh, not again, i am going insane. wait, i am insane, i was just having a peek over at sanity, the nice shop where one may purchase the latest compact discs, video, digital versitile discs, video cassette rolls (vcr? i'm not sure either.)
ahhh... this constant fifteen minutes of typing means that lunch is only five minutes away.*
(* supervisors previous meals pending.)
if i had access i could look up what is going to be available for lunch. woould be nice to know so i could prepare my stomach.
i feel far too comfortable here, time to get back to the main topic. argh, i don't know about you, but i just snapped my left pointing finger, still works, but made a nasty sharp noise. i have been typing a bit too much, i've got what feels like arthertius, spelt incorrectly, in all my fingers, which isn't a good sign. i am now attempting to sit properly, which isn't as simple as it sounds. i am in a nice big comfy chair, and i am slouching. i doubt i spelt that correctly either. i need energy. oh my, lunch is only two minutes away.* that is great news.
aha, i finally remember why i went into my website to post something. i wanted to comment on my last day, and also about rach1's strange post. i recommend you have a look at it. not that it relates to me in any direct way, but hey, it's nice to know what happens beyond that pretty face of hers.
ahhh, a nice compliment to finish off a large mass of ramblings and moans. ahhhh... i shall see you all this evening in #mtuk.

by keot, posted on Friday, 21. February 2003 @ 1158.14 gmt