h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Definitely.

Next to certain chemicals, tranquilisers, nouroleptics, happy-pills, sedatives and stuff like that; cooking is a calming and relaxing occupation - unless you are having twentytwo people for dinner in fifteen minutes and just discovered that the fish is rotten, the salad occupied by lice and your best suit has been sprayed with olive-oil.

Do carry on - both cooking and entering stuff here. I feel we are REALLY getting somewhere by now!

Sure we are.

Drugged up, hungry and stalked. That's definately somewhere. Although it might not be where we started, I don't know if I'd call it progress. Not until after I eat, anyway.

oh man!!! Don't talk about eating!!! My best friend just told me she ate one of my current love interests!!!

At least she soaked him in oil first...

Well, either you've got an unhealthy attraction to food, have a friend who's a cannibal or we're starting to get a bit graphic in the doc's office.

You've gone all Freud on us, haven't you toby?

You should give a 'non-fellatable' list to your friend.

Shuusssshhh... I am loveable. You love me, and you know it!!!

...yeah. But that's a gimme.

Ooohhh... But please DO carry on!!!

Maybe it's the carring on that's the problem. Maybe you should be telling us to pull up a bit.

But that's the sort of thing a non-drug-offering doc would do...

argh!!!!

Oh, yeah?

AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!

The phone doesn't even work.

Do (...) carry on...

That sucks. Those people are cruel!!! You should take plenty of pictures and prepare to sue....

It's the only way to go-- fulfill your dreams of becoming famous... get publicity. ANY publicity is good publicity, remember...

Tell the newspapers... and the radio stations... Do you have a Pub Workers' Union!?? Our deli is a union deli, but they haven't been taking out my dues since I started back in November 1998, so.... so they suck!!!

It's all under control today. Sphincter is behaving normally.

Today I:
Pumped the cellar out so it's not six inches deep in water
Tested the beer lines for blockages-OK
Tested for gas leaks in beer and postmix system-OK
Found two tills that work properly
Ordered stock for weekends trade- arrives Thurs
Detoxed Ice machine (E-coli heaven)
Arranged for locksmith to be there tomorrow AM to rekey locks
Arranged to meet financial guy from company to meet me at the bank so I can get a $50,000 checkbook
Found & reconnected hot water service
Had a coffee
Got a guy to come around tomorrow about getting a pool table in.
Got phone company to (eventually) reconnect phone lines for phones, fax, modem and security system.
Reconnected phones in correct configuration (almost)
Arranged for a guy to drop off bar supplies on Thurs
Got same guy to pick up beer barrels from another hotel on the way
Discovered safe combination.
Smoked a cigarette
Did some other stuff
Decided 'Enough!'
Went home.

This is EASY!

Cooool... See!?? I believe in you!!!

Me too.

What was it, you decided was 'enough'?

I believe in... whatever it was I did in the last three days. I can't remember. Which is when I decided it was enough. When I couldn't remember what I'd done. I still can't

A pub that is well looked after by its owners. Ces't un miracle. What pub is it and where? I might have to find myself there one day.

Don't worry, my love... I'll remember for you. I was stalking and taking notes. Yeah, I could've helped, but it was more fun watching you in action.

Yeah, you COULD've helped, Tab.

Week 1 is over. I got the place up and running in four days. I still can't remember what I've done, but I have sheets of scribbled down phone numbers and individual things like 'Decorator!' and 'Alarm sytem!' all over the place that'll probably tell me what it was. If I can be bothered looking. Which I can't.

But I got a BIG pat on the back from the area manager who'll be mentioning me to the state manager. I also got told (forcibly INSTRUCTED) to make sure I take a day off. Today felt like a day off. I only did the twelve hours. But I'm taking TOMORROW off.

WooHoo!!!


::Dancing a little jig::


BTW Disco, it was DEFINATELY not well looked after by the previous owners. No pubs are. Anywhere. Ever.

Blah.... I somehow erased my previous version of this message!! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!! IT was only instant karma-- I was complaining about my job when it happened....

I COULD've helped you, Haze... but I didn't.... just like a pretty, snotty, spoiled woman!!! A guy at work used to call me Princess... but he's facing a sexual harrassment MESS now... so... one wonders how great a reference he is.

Funny. I could sue sooo many people for sexual harrassment. Why don't I!?? Uh.... cause... it takes a lot to bother me. And most everything rolls off my back, and if it doesn't, it gets recorded in discussions with Jesse, or Susan, or here!!! YES!! Lovely h2g2 forums!!!

I can't believe a twelve hour day feels like a day off for you. You kick ass.

I've started mentioning to random people that "I have a good friend who is now running a bar in Australia." They then cock an eyebrow and go on their way.

I won't whine about my job(for a few more seconds)

[Hi Mr. Disco!!!]