And that's the thanks I got
On getting screwed over by people for whom you were doing a favour:
I spent several weeks helping my best friend - a complete layabout - with his A-Level computer science project so he wouldn't fail his course. In the end, he did so little work I actually ended up doing the whole thing for him in a half-term week I should really have spent revising for my own exams.
I got back to college to find that while I was hunched over a red-hot BBC Micro, he had spent the week screwing my girlfriend.
Then he didn't bother sitting the exam because "I'm going to fail anyway".
And that's the thanks I got. How have you been screwed over whilst doing someone a favour?
( , Thu 24 May 2007, 10:20)
On getting screwed over by people for whom you were doing a favour:
I spent several weeks helping my best friend - a complete layabout - with his A-Level computer science project so he wouldn't fail his course. In the end, he did so little work I actually ended up doing the whole thing for him in a half-term week I should really have spent revising for my own exams.
I got back to college to find that while I was hunched over a red-hot BBC Micro, he had spent the week screwing my girlfriend.
Then he didn't bother sitting the exam because "I'm going to fail anyway".
And that's the thanks I got. How have you been screwed over whilst doing someone a favour?
( , Thu 24 May 2007, 10:20)
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I am a stay at home mum (housewife, for the uninitiated).
What thanks do I get for that? Constant reminders that I will be returning to work when our offspring starts school and questions about what is for dinner and where the clean underwear is. Oh no, don't thank me for giving our child the best start in life, sacrificing my sanity and working like a horse for nothing more than the joy of changing nappies and cooking fish fingers. That would be just wrong.
( , Wed 30 May 2007, 16:31, Reply)
I am a stay at home mum (housewife, for the uninitiated).
What thanks do I get for that? Constant reminders that I will be returning to work when our offspring starts school and questions about what is for dinner and where the clean underwear is. Oh no, don't thank me for giving our child the best start in life, sacrificing my sanity and working like a horse for nothing more than the joy of changing nappies and cooking fish fingers. That would be just wrong.
( , Wed 30 May 2007, 16:31, Reply)
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