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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Not good morning, because it's not.
Hello people of b3ta, long time, blah, blah, blah.
Large dogs have been into our garden and tipped over our bins, gone through them and strewn the contents everywhere. I'm pissed off about this.
I went out for a meal last night with the SO and my parents. I had steak for the first time in ages, I've had indigestion and felt ill ever since. This does not please me either.
I've not come here just to gripe and moan - although that works for me. I've also come here to say hello.
Hello.
What's pissing you off this morning?
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:01, 71 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
We are starting a major contract this morning. That is bad enough, but add to that:
a) We are short on the ground already, 5 people doing 8 peoples work, with innumerable miles between each job;
b) a bitch of a boss, who bullies, harangues, and generally demeans everyone, unless they are captain brown nose;
And, worst of all;- c) it's f***ing ASDA.
I could weep.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:05, Reply)
I bet the next news we get will be that we have that contract too.
Any good cliffs in Hampshire that anyone can recommend? Beachyhead is such a drive.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:16, Reply)
Not so much as a cliff as 'a bit of a hill', but it's lovely round there, nice enough perhaps to dissuade you from the 'coward's way out'...
Otherwise there are plenty of motorway bridges which amply make up for the lack of cliffage.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:48, Reply)
Captain brown nose, as you so excellently put it, is pissing me off today.
The boss we share had a holiday last week and is only back today. Despite doing effectively nothing last Thursday and Friday, Captain Brown Nose is on the phone to the returning boss with this huge list of difficult tasks she undertook last week. Apparently she got into like this massive argument with XXX and normally she'd just agree but this time she had to put her foot down.
Meanwhile me and a few colleagues listen with eyes-a-rollin.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:51, Reply)
but last week when it happened I saw their bloody big dog paw prints.
Unless of course the goblins were wearing dog paw boots.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:23, Reply)
which popped up yesterday. Now my guts want out, my head wants bed and my body wants a hot water bottle.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:24, Reply)
There was a 3 legged dog called Tripod, I loved that dog, it had such a lovely personailty and could smell a BBQ from over 1m. Nobody owned him, and everyone did.
He had to be put down though, because aledgidly he pooped somewhere, and a load of cunts got the arse.
I cryed a little bit when I saw someone chuck a load of dogs in a medview van, took them to some field, and then 15 minutes later, you could hear gunfire in the distance. Sad Times.
I also once saw a dog in a cage at a carnival, he was a prize. The cage wasn't that much bigger than the dog. Everyone told the dirty fucking cunt off, so he dropped it off in the by the harbour, near a main road. It can't have been more than a week old. I picked it up and took it to the harber-man (who I was friends with, and looked after strays with the rest of the resturants), but it kept on following me everywhere. That was the closet I've been to owning a dog. I would have loved to have kept it, but it wouldn't be fair with me being a part-time cypriot.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:46, Reply)
mainly because I am a complete and utter fucking idiot and cannot seem to stop myself from doing completely the wrong things for what I think are the right reasons.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:49, Reply)
what I think are the right reasons and what are the actual right reasons are not always one and the same thing
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 8:55, Reply)
it's your brain. If the reasons you think are right are right, then the right reasons are right, right? If the wrong reasons you think are right are wrong, and you're right to think they're wrong, then you're right, right?
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:03, Reply)
I mean, err, wrong.
No - definitely right.
EDIT: or wrong. Definitely one or the other.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:07, Reply)
unless you're from Reading, Cambridge and Edinburgh or Brighton.
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/8464470.stm
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:30, Reply)
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:40, Reply)
South London is horrible. South East London is even more horrible than that.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:48, Reply)
Our John Lewis takes more money than all others apart from the Oxford Street store.
^ Unfounded chit-chat I picked up from someone. I like it.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:38, Reply)
It's my own fault - I chose to live 125 miles from work - but it grates that I have to travel at a peak time this morning because a meeting was scheduled for 11am. Off-peak is 'only' £50 rtn.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:21, Reply)
If I took the train to somewhere 100 miles away my journey would be 4 hours there. Fit that into a working day!
Eevr thought of moving closer? Or do you do much from home?
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:40, Reply)
That meant spending an unfeasible amount of money living in London though. Swings and roundabouts. I usually only do the commute once or twice a week.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:44, Reply)
You need to have words.
I am cross on your behalf, but that's partly because we've been discussing the constant yapping from the dogs next door to my folks' house. Next door's semi is smaller than my mum's but they still choose to have FOUR barkbarkbark dogs in there. Does your bleeding head in. I might ring the RSPCA actualleh...
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:30, Reply)
I got so fed up of my neighbours poodles yapping everytime I went in my garden I stormed round her place to have it out with her, but she seemed like such a lovely old woman who was just lonely and adored her poodles I ended up staying for a couple of hours and drinking tea and petting her poodles.
I am so weak.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:37, Reply)
after work i'll go round there and punch her in the face. Should I take biscuits?
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:40, Reply)
She's dead!
it will be nice to see Edward & Oliver (her poodles), perhaps i'll buy them a squeaky toy...
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:49, Reply)
Fat twizzler cunts who have so little room in their house that the car is their fridge (no lie) and they still fill the house with sunbeds and dogs.
My uncle saw the mother get out of a taxi round the corner from her house (so her husband didn't know she's got a taxi for a 10 min walk) and ram a WHOLE MARS BAR in her gob.
She looks like that fat fella with the funny eye who's in a lot of very English films. Except she's orange with thin hair dyed black.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:41, Reply)
but I'm afraid it's all too believable.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:49, Reply)
just one of the problems living in the sticks surrounded by country folk with very large dogs - mostly they're okay but we have a family of country-chavs next door and they have four dogs...we suspect it's them, but my mother blames them for our logs being nicked, a couple of plants going, the hole in the ozone layer, higher council tax and the occasional bad smell.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:10, Reply)
to see a customer.
Actually it gets me out the office so I'm quite pleased *smugs it up to Vipros levels*
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:39, Reply)
2 1/2 (each way!!) hours in a car with a man I've never met before. And anyone who knows me will know I have an urge to talk shit continuosly in cars.
Also I can't spell continuouslyeye
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
And my commiserations to your passenger.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)
I know you're jealous really Monty, I bet you'd love to be in a car with me for that long. In fact I think most people here would.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:08, Reply)
Also work sucks and I have a hangover.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:51, Reply)
and my hangover has seemingly fizzled into nothing. Now if I could just get my tummy to settle...
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
Like an idiot I didn't make it to bed til half six Sunday morning, but I got up for a bath and a pizza about 4pm yesterday, read about Genghis Khan for half an hour then slept right through til this morning so I am perfectly OK. I haven't slept so much in years.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:02, Reply)
I figured you were primed and ready for the next step.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:20, Reply)
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:32, Reply)
We're both adults.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 10:42, Reply)
and sort a new mobile out, because the one I currently have isn't exactly top of the line. It neither rings or has symbols to use when texting. As in all I can use are full stops. Need a new phone.
But I can't leave because I'm waiting for a parcel to arrive and this is the third time they've tried to deliver it and they won't try again.
Also someone isn't returning my texts (which is really getting to me), and when I put fish and chips in the oven earlier, I got it out, went to put vinegar on and the screw cap came off. Thus turning everything very brown and very, very vinegary.
Excuse me whilst I throw the laptop against the wall in a rage.
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 11:37, Reply)
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