Darcy Bussel. Should be attractive but theres something about that woman that's like fingernails down a blackboard to me. And she's got more teeth than a great white.
Being persuaded by my dentist to have a filling replaced, that had never caused me a days trouble, because in her words, "It's a bit old...".
Two visits later, including some emergency root canal work as a result of her fecking about and also a call to 111 to find another dentist open at the weekend to prescribe me some antibiotics, I'm sitting here in agony, not having slept for 4 nights, £150 lighter with more work to come, with a face that's half Will Self and half James Corden.
Being persuaded by my dentist to have a filling replaced, that had never caused me a days trouble, because in her words, "It's a bit old...".
Two visits later, including some emergency root canal work as a result of her fecking about and also a call to 111 to find another dentist open at the weekend to prescribe me some antibiotics, I'm sitting here in agony, not having slept for 4 nights, £150 lighter with more work to come, with a face that's half Will Self and half James Corden.
Cheers luv!
I'm quite sure some do it for the money. I was always having fillings, which I don't think were needed.
Not to mention the dribble about not wanting to see armed police officers on the streets. How deluded are people?
They're there for a reason, and the fact the public are being encouraged to have a chat with them - hence the smiles - is f-cking brilliant, and designed to prevent stupid outrage.
Same outrage mob who will be the first to cry "Where were the police?", if (God forbid) something did happen.
On the other hand, the chap on the right has a nice looking shooter.
Not to mention the dribble about not wanting to see armed police officers on the streets. How deluded are people?
They're there for a reason, and the fact the public are being encouraged to have a chat with them - hence the smiles - is f-cking brilliant, and designed to prevent stupid outrage.
Same outrage mob who will be the first to cry "Where were the police?", if (God forbid) something did happen.
On the other hand, the chap on the right has a nice looking shooter.
I'm on a roll this morning; I'm making Victor Meldrew look like a happy git.
I had a surprisingly pleasant commute - keeping a keen eye on the posh birds - before arriving at the office... the office that after 4 weeks still hasn't given me a pass. I don't reckon I'll have one by the time I leave to be honest. (That's actually convenient, the pass is used for logging time - and I often go for a walk, so I know it would get flagged up.) Oh well...
I then have a call at 10am, suddenly it turns in to a group call, I still don't know where the quiet spots are in this office - and I also wasn't expecting the call. Turns out something I'd negotiated last week is being changed; quite drastically. Oh well..
Then I check my messages from Friday to see what's on my agenda, and I realise there was another change to what I'd agreed last week. Oh well, shit happens..
Then I realise that I flew to sodding Dublin on Monday evening, and got back late on Tuesday - with the flu, and felt knackered on Wednesday and Thursday.. for what? Apparently nothing was achieved other than the waste of two hotel rooms, 4 flights and around 3 days of productivity.
Lastly, I nip out to grab coffee and speak to the security gaurd. I asked him what he got up to over the weekend: well, we had the office christmas do... Oh right, awesome, nice to know. Nevermind...
I'm now sitting on the shitter, thinking about the next 7 and a half hour hours of sitting in a massive office where I only know one person.. There's been no attempt made at introductions, and seemingly no one cares. (Edit: Just returned to my desk to overhear... fuck knows who.. talking about me being on location for one of their partner companies for a lunch this week? Thanks for the heads up.)
To top it all off? Last week I had the rather awkward chat of "Don't negotiate any new contracts for the end of January, at least not until we talk. I'm already pencilling you in for a few more months here.". So now I need to assess how to politely remove that option, all whilst looking out for the bloke who said it, as he's a real diamond. I don't really want any of this mess to reflect badly on him, he's been solid.
I'm on a roll this morning; I'm making Victor Meldrew look like a happy git.
I had a surprisingly pleasant commute - keeping a keen eye on the posh birds - before arriving at the office... the office that after 4 weeks still hasn't given me a pass. I don't reckon I'll have one by the time I leave to be honest. (That's actually convenient, the pass is used for logging time - and I often go for a walk, so I know it would get flagged up.) Oh well...
I then have a call at 10am, suddenly it turns in to a group call, I still don't know where the quiet spots are in this office - and I also wasn't expecting the call. Turns out something I'd negotiated last week is being changed; quite drastically. Oh well..
Then I check my messages from Friday to see what's on my agenda, and I realise there was another change to what I'd agreed last week. Oh well, shit happens..
Then I realise that I flew to sodding Dublin on Monday evening, and got back late on Tuesday - with the flu, and felt knackered on Wednesday and Thursday.. for what? Apparently nothing was achieved other than the waste of two hotel rooms, 4 flights and around 3 days of productivity.
Lastly, I nip out to grab coffee and speak to the security gaurd. I asked him what he got up to over the weekend: well, we had the office christmas do... Oh right, awesome, nice to know. Nevermind...
I'm now sitting on the shitter, thinking about the next 7 and a half hour hours of sitting in a massive office where I only know one person.. There's been no attempt made at introductions, and seemingly no one cares. (Edit: Just returned to my desk to overhear... fuck knows who.. talking about me being on location for one of their partner companies for a lunch this week? Thanks for the heads up.)
To top it all off? Last week I had the rather awkward chat of "Don't negotiate any new contracts for the end of January, at least not until we talk. I'm already pencilling you in for a few more months here.". So now I need to assess how to politely remove that option, all whilst looking out for the bloke who said it, as he's a real diamond. I don't really want any of this mess to reflect badly on him, he's been solid.
As a married man with 3 daughters I am very much in favour of fulfilment for women both within and without the workplace.
However they don't help themselves sometimes. 50% of the female staff in our office spent most of Thursday and Friday bitching and bickering about the Office Christmas decorations as one of them put a few bits in the Reception area. It's now spilt over into this week as another one rearranged it all and replaced bits with something else.
They'll all be moaning that they've got too much to finish before Christmas despite wasting their time. Worse than that they come and speak individually to the likes of me seeking affirmation for their actions and waste my time too!
Life is too short for this sort of petty bollocks!
Just tell them that you'll take their side if they show you their tits, they will either go out of their way to avoid you or you'll get to see some tit.
The fact that you can't change your username on Charlton Life (I don't think), meaning my username has been irrelevant since March 2014
But it's a fitting tribute to a great man. Also, if you were able to change your username to an appropriate one for the current head coach/manager, you'd probably be in hospital with repetitive strain injury by now.
Thought of an awesome present for my wife for Christmas (We gave each other £40 as a budget to get whatever we wanted).
She's just been given her Secret Santa present at work, she loves it and its the exact same thing I was going to buy her myself... Instead I'm now back to the drawing board!!!
Bar hangers in pubs when the pub is busy. Basically people who have their drink at the bar while not being served when the pub is. As a barkeeper or pub manager when the pub is busy I would say once you have been served please move away from the bar area to somewhere else in the pub so we can serve other punters more easily and when you require another drink come back then.
The wife yesterday when she thought I was going to toot the motor in front for parking in the middle of the road. She did have a point though it was a private ambulance. Thank f@ck she said you do know what that is?
From time to time when I've been inebriated I may be chewing a bird's face off on a night out say. However I can't stand public displays of affection. Even more so when I'm in the gym. The bloke is in between his set on the free bar bench, resting, his bird comes over for some drawn out snogging and to say goodbye. Presumably they're going to see one another at home anyway.
It made me sick. I felt like smashing a 20 plate over the top of their heads to break it up
Some eerie geezer in the gym tonight. Was hiding behind the machines staring at me working out. Missus came over to comment on it and gave me a peck on the cheek goodbye and the bloke started going bright red and breathing so deeply, the whole weights room could hear it.
He scurried away unsuccessfully trying to shield the sorrowful semi his lycra shorts were failing to appropriately conceal, muttering something about smashing 20 plates of ice cream back to numb that forever alone feeling.
Takes all sorts at gyms nowadays. and the gym staff chased him out. Managed to catch sight of his name sewn onto the back of his gym tshirt as he was fleeing....it said Caddles.
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Two visits later, including some emergency root canal work as a result of her fecking about and also a call to 111 to find another dentist open at the weekend to prescribe me some antibiotics, I'm sitting here in agony, not having slept for 4 nights, £150 lighter with more work to come, with a face that's half Will Self and half James Corden.
Cheers luv!
(insert your own jokes ooo err).
If you find yourself using that then seriously, for the benefit of everyone around you, punch yourself in the face. Repeatedly.
Not to mention the dribble about not wanting to see armed police officers on the streets. How deluded are people?
They're there for a reason, and the fact the public are being encouraged to have a chat with them - hence the smiles - is f-cking brilliant, and designed to prevent stupid outrage.
Same outrage mob who will be the first to cry "Where were the police?", if (God forbid) something did happen.
On the other hand, the chap on the right has a nice looking shooter.
I had a surprisingly pleasant commute - keeping a keen eye on the posh birds - before arriving at the office... the office that after 4 weeks still hasn't given me a pass. I don't reckon I'll have one by the time I leave to be honest. (That's actually convenient, the pass is used for logging time - and I often go for a walk, so I know it would get flagged up.) Oh well...
I then have a call at 10am, suddenly it turns in to a group call, I still don't know where the quiet spots are in this office - and I also wasn't expecting the call. Turns out something I'd negotiated last week is being changed; quite drastically. Oh well..
Then I check my messages from Friday to see what's on my agenda, and I realise there was another change to what I'd agreed last week. Oh well, shit happens..
Then I realise that I flew to sodding Dublin on Monday evening, and got back late on Tuesday - with the flu, and felt knackered on Wednesday and Thursday.. for what? Apparently nothing was achieved other than the waste of two hotel rooms, 4 flights and around 3 days of productivity.
Lastly, I nip out to grab coffee and speak to the security gaurd. I asked him what he got up to over the weekend: well, we had the office christmas do... Oh right, awesome, nice to know. Nevermind...
I'm now sitting on the shitter, thinking about the next 7 and a half hour hours of sitting in a massive office where I only know one person.. There's been no attempt made at introductions, and seemingly no one cares. (Edit: Just returned to my desk to overhear... fuck knows who.. talking about me being on location for one of their partner companies for a lunch this week? Thanks for the heads up.)
To top it all off? Last week I had the rather awkward chat of "Don't negotiate any new contracts for the end of January, at least not until we talk. I'm already pencilling you in for a few more months here.". So now I need to assess how to politely remove that option, all whilst looking out for the bloke who said it, as he's a real diamond. I don't really want any of this mess to reflect badly on him, he's been solid.
As a married man with 3 daughters I am very much in favour of fulfilment for women both within and without the workplace.
However they don't help themselves sometimes. 50% of the female staff in our office spent most of Thursday and Friday bitching and bickering about the Office Christmas decorations as one of them put a few bits in the Reception area. It's now spilt over into this week as another one rearranged it all and replaced bits with something else.
They'll all be moaning that they've got too much to finish before Christmas despite wasting their time. Worse than that they come and speak individually to the likes of me seeking affirmation for their actions and waste my time too!
Life is too short for this sort of petty bollocks!
Win win
1.) it stinks
2.) it takes ages to serve
She's just been given her Secret Santa present at work, she loves it and its the exact same thing I was going to buy her myself... Instead I'm now back to the drawing board!!!
She did have a point though it was a private ambulance.
Thank f@ck she said you do know what that is?
It made me sick. I felt like smashing a 20 plate over the top of their heads to break it up
He scurried away unsuccessfully trying to shield the sorrowful semi his lycra shorts were failing to appropriately conceal, muttering something about smashing 20 plates of ice cream back to numb that forever alone feeling.
Takes all sorts at gyms nowadays. and the gym staff chased him out. Managed to catch sight of his name sewn onto the back of his gym tshirt as he was fleeing....it said Caddles.