the last thing I did yesterday was email my boss to let him know the urgent request with top priority he'd just emailed me had been completed early in the new year - which was when he'd first emailed me with it and had said it was a top priority . He is an absolute ****in ****** but is a family friend of the investors we work for. And to think some on here crab public servants.
Excessive tattoos - especially footballers. It's mad - some of them probably have bodies that most blokes would kill for and their arms legs and often pretty much everywhere else now look more like a Picasso painting than a human being...
good article here on picking up dog **** https://pethelpful.com/dogs/Why-Pick-up-Dog-Poop-The-Dangers-of-Dog-Feces
I used to be so I reckon I have a fairly balanced view. I expected to be well out of my ground when I entered the private sector. I wasn't, it's all complete bollocks.
General Managers and/or Vice-Presidents, who by discipline are qualified engineers, but when promoted to the lofty heights of senior management slowly forget their engineering discipline. Had one of those in one of my last contracts before I retired. Made life damn difficult at times.
yeah chan , there's a load of myth that private sector is efficient and public is not , i've worked in both and by far the biggest abusers and wastes of spaces are found in middle management in private sector ......
it's a typical attitude deeply ingrained in the imperialist psyche and all who follow that nonsense , i doubt he's ever talked or socialised with any foreign types ! unless they are bar girls or boys ......
Thanks, i have socialised with many bar girls and boys in my time and as it happens during my time living in Ukraine, Turkey, USA, Kenya and here in UK. 2 foreign wives as well.
People noisily filling their fat faces at the cinema Does my head in —————————————————— Jeremy Corbyn,loathsome bearded twat
Lovely meal out tonight with the family but ffs serve dinner on ****in plates not a slate or a bread board. That’s just pretentious bollox.
My m my memories of Yarmouth are of the caister soul weekends, happy days. Oh and the racecourse and that fantastic seafood restaurant by the dog track.
I've waited 90 plus years to be able to go a pub in Ireland on good Friday and drink the bollix out of it but tonight I have my young nephew staying over and thats the end of that!!
I'm just a lazy bastard who can't be arsed to shave.saves me a fortune. Have you seen the dollar shave ad on the telly with the free gift who gets a punch in the bollocks followed by a punch in the face. Cracks me up every time .
