Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Last night we had the Q3 tech team event. What happens is at the end of each quarter year, our esteemed tech leader is given a chunk of money to take us all out for some kind of hilarious social event. The first one I went to was a meal at some place in Soho that was alright, the next was a chinese meal that I skipped, and the last one before this was the pool evening you may remember me mentioning a short while back. They’re all fun in a way, but they do seem to be improving. This most recent one was a meal and pub quiz, set up by ourselves, at the crown and anchor in covent garden.

I’m not a huge fan of pubs, or drinking solely for the purpose of drinking, but it’s fair to say that I wasn’t too bothered by this setup. We had a private room, and the lace was more of a gastropub-turned-bar than a traditional pub, so like, the floor wasn’t sticky and there wasn’t duct tape over the seat cushions, which is the sort of place I’m more used to finding pub quizzes. I had lamb and creamed potatoes, which made me laugh a bit when it arrived and I discoverd it did literally mean, roast lamb and mashed potatoes, and nothing else. I honestly expoected to have to eat around some horrendous greenery at teh very least, but it was just that with a sprig of what may have been parsley atop the pile. Pretty good though, a lot of other people had steak and chips (again, don’t get any ideas about and side order with that) but it looked pretty good too. I’d definitely consider going back next time I’m looking for some slightly different eating.

My team won the quiz, of course. We had an extra person due to some bad numbering, but it’s fair to say we would’ve won even without one of our members, because we were all horrendous nerds. I even got a sport question right, that’s how much I was on fucking fire. Though, it was about F1, so it’s not unheard of for me to know about that. I got a trophy for my troubles that I’ll make sure to upload a photo of before I take it in to display proudly on my desk at work. I don’t believe I’ve ever won a trophy before today. I once got a “best effort” medal for P.E. in secondary school, but that could be more accurately termed “most patronising attitude towards people who hate sports but participate despite that because the alternative is hanging out with the remedial kids” - though on the other hand even getting changed was a huge effort for me, psychologically speaking.

Today I’ve been destroying my mind with spider-man games. I got a break in to play some Quake 4 but I’m distinctly unimpressed, and will probably uninstall it soon. I feel no regret because I didn’t pay for it. We went to Tescos and the saga of the world’s worst petrol station continued when we were stuck in a queue for 15 minutes because some guy filled up his car, then queued and paid, then filled up someone else’s car, queued, paid, and argued about whether he had received sufficient discount. I evem left before he did. This petrols tation was also where I saw a guy overifll his car and soak his trousers with petrol, and saw a girl yanking at the petrol delivery pipe to stretch it to the other side of her car, as if it was somehow retractable, fail, then drive off with her petrol cap still open. And more incidents besides. Perhaps the proxomity to a tube line is giving people there carbon monoxide poisoning, I dunno.

Nice weather we’re having down here too. Grey, raining, that sort of shit. Summer’s gone and good fucking riddance. I’ll take the current weather over what we’ve just left behind for another year any day.