Mad work night out on Friday and i'm missing 4 hours, which I've been worrying about all weekend. This is in light of the fact I ALREADY know I puked over a colleague
this bloke at work who, last Friday continually made advances towards me for what seemed like hours before having the temerity to throw up on me when I rejected him.
this bloke at work who, last Friday continually made advances towards me for what seemed like hours before having the temerity to throw up on me when I rejected him.
When you're running late for work and rinse a spoon under the kitchen tap and it sprays water all over your light grey strides so you end up walking down to the station looking like a palace fan after a bit of a scare.
People who don't care about Charlton being run by a network objecting to non-intrusive activities of a group which does. They should remain dis-interested observers who have no views that require representation, or make up their own group.
Coming home to find that the binmen have yet again left the bins on the other side of the road from your house because the lazy cnuts can't be bothered putting them back.
Coming home to find that the binmen have yet again left the bins on the other side of the road from your house because the lazy cnuts can't be bothered putting them back.
This is easily resolved. Just mention your theory to them that they are all lazy c**** and I guarantee they will never forget which house is yours again.
Personally, my guys are brilliant; up at dawns crack, whatever the weather or time of year, can't do enough for us within reason but as a minimum running several miles per day emptying 1000's of stinking bins and getting dogs abuse from some less enlightened members of the public all for about £15k a year. Guess I'm just lucky.
Coming home to find that the binmen have yet again left the bins on the other side of the road from your house because the lazy cnuts can't be bothered putting them back.
This is easily resolved. Just mention your theory to them that they are all lazy c**** and I guarantee they will never forget which house is yours again.
Personally, my guys are brilliant; up at dawns crack, whatever the weather or time of year, can't do enough for us within reason but as a minimum running several miles per day emptying 1000's of stinking bins and getting dogs abuse from some less enlightened members of the public all for about £15k a year. Guess I'm just lucky.
There are 2 schools of thought for me surrounding those who work on the bins
1 is that they do a rough, shitty, yet essential job and we should appreciate them.
2 is that they are a pain in the arse. Leave a mess behind them leave the ever increasing number of council provided waste receptacles all over the gaff and it will always be the day you really could do without being late they are in the way on your drive to work.
They don't earn terrible money but the fact that job exists is a good motivator to our drop out youth in school to aim higher and get an education unless you want to do that job. Fair play to anyone who does that job, better that than be an estate agent in my book.
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Mad work night out on Friday and i'm missing 4 hours, which I've been worrying about all weekend. This is in light of the fact I ALREADY know I puked over a colleague
Personally, my guys are brilliant; up at dawns crack, whatever the weather or time of year, can't do enough for us within reason but as a minimum running several miles per day emptying 1000's of stinking bins and getting dogs abuse from some less enlightened members of the public all for about £15k a year. Guess I'm just lucky.
1 is that they do a rough, shitty, yet essential job and we should appreciate them.
2 is that they are a pain in the arse. Leave a mess behind them leave the ever increasing number of council provided waste receptacles all over the gaff and it will always be the day you really could do without being late they are in the way on your drive to work.
They don't earn terrible money but the fact that job exists is a good motivator to our drop out youth in school to aim higher and get an education unless you want to do that job. Fair play to anyone who does that job, better that than be an estate agent in my book.