Adults walking down the tunnel to bakerloo line on the right hand side at Charing Cross when it clearly says ‘keep to the left’ this isn’t the annoying thing. It’s when they say ‘beep beep’ in your face!
Adults walking down the tunnel to bakerloo line on the right hand side at Charing Cross when it clearly says ‘keep to the left’ this isn’t the annoying thing. It’s when they say ‘beep beep’ in your face!
Occasionally I get the DLR to work and it's the same at Stratford. They're just ignorant entitled bastards.
Idiots who come into work when ill. At my place they are fine about people taking sick leave and we are pretty much encouraged to work from home at the best of times. So being ill is a great reason to work from home.
So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
Idiots who come into work when ill. At my place they are fine about people taking sick leave and we are pretty much encouraged to work from home at the best of times. So being ill is a great reason to work from home.
So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
I'm sure you know best, but why don't you just move the fan?
Idiots who come into work when ill. At my place they are fine about people taking sick leave and we are pretty much encouraged to work from home at the best of times. So being ill is a great reason to work from home.
So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
Idiots who come into work when ill. At my place they are fine about people taking sick leave and we are pretty much encouraged to work from home at the best of times. So being ill is a great reason to work from home.
So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
I'm sure you know best, but why don't you just move the fan?
Only spot around our desks it actually gets more than one person.
Idiots who come into work when ill. At my place they are fine about people taking sick leave and we are pretty much encouraged to work from home at the best of times. So being ill is a great reason to work from home.
So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
How are the trains hun? Xx
Yeah not too bad thanks. New commute is much better. I'm a changed man.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Just put the phone down on the desk/table and leave them to talk to themselves until they get fed up, they are paying for the call. A few minutes later, go back to the phone, where they will have rung off and turn the phone off
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
I get bombarded at work from companies who undertake patent searches, and want you to use their product. Almost all come from India (not a problem in itself) and try to get past our reception (who are outsourced and entirety useless) with all manner of made up names and lies about previous conversations with me. A few get through, and are instantly cut of. Even one I actually know and have worked with tries that, and sends angry emails when I put the phone down because I thought it was "Billy Johnson". I understand that it's a competitive market, but surely they must realise that they are going about business development in an entirely annoying manner.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Just put the phone down, but not on the stand and leave them to talk to theirselves until they get fed up, they are paying for the call. A few minutes later, go back to the phone, where they will have rung off and put the phone back
Or, take them on, "Mano a mano", and teach them never to call you again.
Make idle chit chat, ask about their families, moan about the weather. See if you can get them to join you in a singalong of the "Have I got PPI?" jingle. If you have a dog, get the caller to say hello to him down the phone, then woof back at him. Pretend to get drunk during the course of the call, play pornography at high volume in the background - if he asks what the noise is, tell him you've got your parents round for dinner. Etc, etc, etc.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Just put the phone down, but not on the stand and leave them to talk to theirselves until they get fed up, they are paying for the call. A few minutes later, go back to the phone, where they will have rung off and put the phone back
I've got a mate who in the days of landlines being used a lot more used to keep a whistle by the phone and alternate between using that and shouting "STRANGER DANGER!" at the top of his voice at cold callers.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Just put the phone down, but not on the stand and leave them to talk to theirselves until they get fed up, they are paying for the call. A few minutes later, go back to the phone, where they will have rung off and put the phone back
Blimey it’s bad enough having to lug a phone about in my pocket now you’re telling me I need a phone stand? Where do I get one of those from, does it fit in my pocket and do I only need it for cold callers?
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
Just put the phone down, but not on the stand and leave them to talk to theirselves until they get fed up, they are paying for the call. A few minutes later, go back to the phone, where they will have rung off and put the phone back
I've got a mate who in the days of landlines being used a lot more used to keep a whistle by the phone and alternate between using that and shouting "STRANGER DANGER!" at the top of his voice at cold callers.
They soon gave up.
Ha ha, that 'Stranger danger' really tickled me. I think I might have to nick that one myself. I'll have to explain to family and friends first though, in case the think I've finally gone off the rails.
Cold callers. Arseholes the lot of them. I've blocked their numbers and they ring me on others. Ended up losing it with one yesterday, called him and his company all the names under the sun,told him to fuck off,hung up on him and the stupid twat rang me back and asked me "what was that about mate?" . What the actual fuck you massive butt nugget.
I get them all the time & are starting to boil my piss. The PPI sharks are long gone....its now some weird insurance sales con. I wouldn't mind if I could understand them, but their English is so poor I haven't a scooby whst they're on about. Last one was babbling on about my claim being successful & there was money waiting for me. I mean wtf ??? I have been in financial services for 30 years & know more than enough about life insurance. My best line now is to ask them if the call is being recorded as I want to make a complaint re misrepresentation (or just plain lying).....they soon hang up.....but never say goodbye or sorry to trouble you !!!
The cheap ones are cheap and nasty; the branded ones cost a king's ransom. Fabric ones leak; plastic ones make you sweat and then slide off. Pre-cut ones never have enough padding; the ones you cut yourself, well wtf? I'm bleeding everywhere so this is not the time to be playing about with scissors. Some come individually wrapped in impregnable plastic bags than mean you need to get the scissors out anyway. Others aren't individually wrapped, which is unhygienic; no-one wants something unhygienic placed on their gash. The little peel-off flaps either don't come off or are electrostatically attracted to your skin making them hard to get rid of, others helicopter down through the air always swerving the bin at the last moment. The blue ones look ridiculous, the 'skin coloured' ones aren't actually the colour of skin, but the colour of old ladies surgical stockings and those horrible little Fiat cars. Both disgusting articles that you don't want to be reminded of during a minor medical trauma. Some have less stick than a second hand post-it note and refuse to stay put, whilst others stick to themselves like limpets at an orgy and actually tear into pieces easier than come away at the appropriate moment. A third kind stick in one direction but not the other, leaving them to roll up at the sides as if you got a miniature carpet remnant stuck to your finger. These inevitably roll sticky side outwards picking up more grime in the course of half hour than a Dyson Big Ball would manage in a lifetime. Some run away from their owners and inexplicably end up in public places like the street. The vilest ones like to make their way to the foot bath at public swimming pools.
Never was such a potentially useful product so poorly designed and manufactured. Someone needs to come up with an alternative.
The cheap ones are cheap and nasty; the branded ones cost a king's ransom. Fabric ones leak; plastic ones make you sweat and then slide off. Pre-cut ones never have enough padding; the ones you cut yourself, well wtf? I'm bleeding everywhere so this is not the time to be playing about with scissors. Some come individually wrapped in impregnable plastic bags than mean you need to get the scissors out anyway. Others aren't individually wrapped, which is unhygienic; no-one wants something unhygienic placed on their gash. The little peel-off flaps either don't come off or are electrostatically attracted to your skin making them hard to get rid of, others helicopter down through the air always swerving the bin at the last moment. The blue ones look ridiculous, the 'skin coloured' ones aren't actually the colour of skin, but the colour of old ladies surgical stockings and those horrible little Fiat cars. Both disgusting articles that you don't want to be reminded of during a minor medical trauma. Some have less stick than a second hand post-it note and refuse to stay put, whilst others stick to themselves like limpets at an orgy and actually tear into pieces easier than come away at the appropriate moment. A third kind stick in one direction but not the other, leaving them to roll up at the sides as if you got a miniature carpet remnant stuck to your finger. These inevitably roll sticky side outwards picking up more grime in the course of half hour than a Dyson Big Ball would manage in a lifetime. Some run away from their owners and inexplicably end up in public places like the street. The vilest ones like to make their way to the foot bath at public swimming pools.
Never was such a potentially useful product so poorly designed and manufactured. Someone needs to come up with an alternative.
I get a bit of kitchen roll or paper towel, folded up a few times, place it on the cut and wrap it up with sellotape or masking tape. For larger cuts I use super glue from screw fix. Obviously there is a limit, a gaping wound that needs stitches, I leave to those that are qualified.
The cheap ones are cheap and nasty; the branded ones cost a king's ransom. Fabric ones leak; plastic ones make you sweat and then slide off. Pre-cut ones never have enough padding; the ones you cut yourself, well wtf? I'm bleeding everywhere so this is not the time to be playing about with scissors. Some come individually wrapped in impregnable plastic bags than mean you need to get the scissors out anyway. Others aren't individually wrapped, which is unhygienic; no-one wants something unhygienic placed on their gash. The little peel-off flaps either don't come off or are electrostatically attracted to your skin making them hard to get rid of, others helicopter down through the air always swerving the bin at the last moment. The blue ones look ridiculous, the 'skin coloured' ones aren't actually the colour of skin, but the colour of old ladies surgical stockings and those horrible little Fiat cars. Both disgusting articles that you don't want to be reminded of during a minor medical trauma. Some have less stick than a second hand post-it note and refuse to stay put, whilst others stick to themselves like limpets at an orgy and actually tear into pieces easier than come away at the appropriate moment. A third kind stick in one direction but not the other, leaving them to roll up at the sides as if you got a miniature carpet remnant stuck to your finger. These inevitably roll sticky side outwards picking up more grime in the course of half hour than a Dyson Big Ball would manage in a lifetime. Some run away from their owners and inexplicably end up in public places like the street. The vilest ones like to make their way to the foot bath at public swimming pools.
Never was such a potentially useful product so poorly designed and manufactured. Someone needs to come up with an alternative.
I get a bit of kitchen roll or paper towel, folded up a few times, place it on the cut and wrap it up with sellotape or masking tape. For larger cuts I use super glue from screw fix. Obviously there is a limit, a gaping wound that needs stitches, I leave to those that are qualified.
A bloke I used to play football with had his head split open like a sheared tin can years ago, we were playing over at Sheerness Steel and the ambulance was taking forever. I think it was a guy called Tim but I can't be certain, anyway, he was ok in himself no obvious signs of concussion but the sound was horrific, proper horror film stuff. A man from the other side came over and was looking at him, the sub total of our first aid stuff was a first aid kit I'd procured from work and wasn't up to the task. This bloke jogged back over with amongst other things, a tube of superglue. He cleaned the gash, and it was a fair gash, and literally glued my mates head back together with a tube of superglue.
I'd only heard of that from the film dog soldiers when Sean pertwee gets his guys glued back in! When the ambulance did turn up they looked at it, sort of nodded approval and just told him not to drive home and off they went!
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So why the hell do people thibk it's fine to come into work and sit coughing and sneezing at their desk spreading germs around the whole office because of the shitty air con and making everyone else ill.
Just work from home you stupid cow.
On the same note (and it's the same culprit) the air con at work isn't brilliant so we've been offered some fans to sit near our desks. We have about 1 fan for the 20 of us in my team. So obviously it gets some people and not others. We are in a hot desking environment so can sit anywhere yet every day the same to fucking idiot's (female) come in and sit right by the fan then spend the whole day complaining they are cold. Well no you stupid bitch we aren't turning it off because the rest of us want it on. If it bothers you so much why don't you go and sit slightly further away from it you fucking idiot.
Make idle chit chat, ask about their families, moan about the weather. See if you can get them to join you in a singalong of the "Have I got PPI?" jingle. If you have a dog, get the caller to say hello to him down the phone, then woof back at him.
Pretend to get drunk during the course of the call, play pornography at high volume in the background - if he asks what the noise is, tell him you've got your parents round for dinner. Etc, etc, etc.
They soon gave up.
Makes feel wanted.
The cheap ones are cheap and nasty; the branded ones cost a king's ransom.
Fabric ones leak; plastic ones make you sweat and then slide off.
Pre-cut ones never have enough padding; the ones you cut yourself, well wtf? I'm bleeding everywhere so this is not the time to be playing about with scissors.
Some come individually wrapped in impregnable plastic bags than mean you need to get the scissors out anyway. Others aren't individually wrapped, which is unhygienic; no-one wants something unhygienic placed on their gash.
The little peel-off flaps either don't come off or are electrostatically attracted to your skin making them hard to get rid of, others helicopter down through the air always swerving the bin at the last moment.
The blue ones look ridiculous, the 'skin coloured' ones aren't actually the colour of skin, but the colour of old ladies surgical stockings and those horrible little Fiat cars. Both disgusting articles that you don't want to be reminded of during a minor medical trauma.
Some have less stick than a second hand post-it note and refuse to stay put, whilst others stick to themselves like limpets at an orgy and actually tear into pieces easier than come away at the appropriate moment. A third kind stick in one direction but not the other, leaving them to roll up at the sides as if you got a miniature carpet remnant stuck to your finger. These inevitably roll sticky side outwards picking up more grime in the course of half hour than a Dyson Big Ball would manage in a lifetime.
Some run away from their owners and inexplicably end up in public places like the street. The vilest ones like to make their way to the foot bath at public swimming pools.
Never was such a potentially useful product so poorly designed and manufactured. Someone needs to come up with an alternative.
For larger cuts I use super glue from screw fix.
Obviously there is a limit, a gaping wound that needs stitches, I leave to those that are qualified.
I'd only heard of that from the film dog soldiers when Sean pertwee gets his guys glued back in! When the ambulance did turn up they looked at it, sort of nodded approval and just told him not to drive home and off they went!