So I was tidying up the tech centre last night, and there was a silver PC sitting on one of our desks, which was in my way. I look around and say “who’s pc is this?” I get told that it’s something to do with Ade, our senior tech who has already gone home. So I pick the PC up, put it under the white board and write on the board above it “F.A.O Ade” with a big arrow pointing towards it. Thought nothing more until today (I’m at work as I type this on my laptop)
I should mention at this point, when Ade goes onto a rant, it’s usually quite funny to watch. He has a good sense of humor
This is how the conversation went. IN the tech centre was Ade, Matt, Stu, Chris, Gregg and me.
Me: Ade? What’s the crack with this PC?
Ade: What pc?
Me: this silver one down here *points at it*
Ade: *walks around the desk* what the fuck is this? *Grabs the service docket and rips it off the top* OH! This is some hard drive recovery which ain’t got no fucking chance of ever working and It’s down to Steeve nobby no mates and his bum-chums!
Me: *stuggleing to hold back the laughter*
Ade: It’s down to tweedle-dee *points at matt* tweedle-very-fucking-dumb, Rich and tweedle-fuck-up *points at stu*
Stu: Wha—ME?!
Matt: whats he on about?
Ade: (To me) fuckin, customer comes in and has a hard drive recovery and a system restore. Then comes back in complaining that not all the data has been recovered but fuckup had already done the system recovery. So dickhead steeve books the machine back in for another hard drive recovery, which we can’t bastard well do because that dozey bitch at [data recovery centre] is gonna call ME up saying “where’s the charge for this job?” (ade does not like that person very much) *Turns to stu* is there any chance of getting this data back?
Stu: Not a chance
Ade: Right. Put it on the jobs complete shelf and fuck it off then. I’ve got fucking Bitch and botch (gregg and me, in order) here asking me shit about jobs I don’t know bollocks about
Me: Botch?! Fuck you ade,
Ade: Nah, Mate. You ain’t my type. Who told you it was my job anyway?
Me: Rich did
Ade: (Yelling into the cupboard) MATT!!
Matt: What?
Ade: Put it on Rich’s shelf! *lets the door swing closed* putting the fucking blame on me…bastard.
…so yeah, my co-workers obviously love one-another.
I should mention at this point, when Ade goes onto a rant, it’s usually quite funny to watch. He has a good sense of humor
This is how the conversation went. IN the tech centre was Ade, Matt, Stu, Chris, Gregg and me.
Me: Ade? What’s the crack with this PC?
Ade: What pc?
Me: this silver one down here *points at it*
Ade: *walks around the desk* what the fuck is this? *Grabs the service docket and rips it off the top* OH! This is some hard drive recovery which ain’t got no fucking chance of ever working and It’s down to Steeve nobby no mates and his bum-chums!
Me: *stuggleing to hold back the laughter*
Ade: It’s down to tweedle-dee *points at matt* tweedle-very-fucking-dumb, Rich and tweedle-fuck-up *points at stu*
Stu: Wha—ME?!
Matt: whats he on about?
Ade: (To me) fuckin, customer comes in and has a hard drive recovery and a system restore. Then comes back in complaining that not all the data has been recovered but fuckup had already done the system recovery. So dickhead steeve books the machine back in for another hard drive recovery, which we can’t bastard well do because that dozey bitch at [data recovery centre] is gonna call ME up saying “where’s the charge for this job?” (ade does not like that person very much) *Turns to stu* is there any chance of getting this data back?
Stu: Not a chance
Ade: Right. Put it on the jobs complete shelf and fuck it off then. I’ve got fucking Bitch and botch (gregg and me, in order) here asking me shit about jobs I don’t know bollocks about
Me: Botch?! Fuck you ade,

Ade: Nah, Mate. You ain’t my type. Who told you it was my job anyway?
Me: Rich did
Ade: (Yelling into the cupboard) MATT!!
Matt: What?
Ade: Put it on Rich’s shelf! *lets the door swing closed* putting the fucking blame on me…bastard.
…so yeah, my co-workers obviously love one-another.
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