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Broken Arrow says: Bankers, recruitment consultants, politicians. What professions do you hate and why?

(, Thu 27 May 2010, 12:26)
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Tabloid journalists
For turning a grandfather taxi driver who cared for his ill mother:

Bird, who had lived alone for years and devoted most of his time to caring for his cancer-stricken mum

into some sort of weirdo:

Fellow cabbies also revealed Bird flew to Thailand every year, and one added: “We don’t want to be associated with scum like him.”

By Friday, at least one tabloid will be printing that he "allegedly" had child porn on his computer.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:58, 10 replies)
Bunch of snobs.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:50, 1 reply)
Map makers
The line needs to be drawn.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:44, 7 replies)
brass instrument players
give me the horn
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:40, 1 reply)
I have quit my chugging job today.
After discovering that the folks that are in charge don't actually feel the same about the charities as the guys and girls on the street. Luckily for me I am pretty and am off to Harley Davidson to re-negotiate my modeling contract with them to get more monies over the summer.

So yeah put me down for the managers of chuggers.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:40, 4 replies)
full of...can't be arsed you complete it
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:38, 2 replies)
pretty please
Please please please the elders of the internet (sorry) change this QOTW no more puns
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:36, 2 replies)
always going so low
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:35, Reply)
always banging on
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:35, Reply)
Please, no more puns!
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:34, Reply)
always pulling the strings
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:34, Reply)
All the time
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:31, Reply)
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:23, Reply)
waste of space
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
Leading me up the dirt track
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 10:39, Reply)
My mate..
Got jumped on by a load of Geordie girls.

He was lassed.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Load of cobblers if you ask me
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 10:04, 2 replies)
My mate was persuaded to join a moderately successful Liverpudlian indie band.
He got Las'd.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 9:48, 1 reply)
James Last, and his fucking German orchestra
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 9:41, Reply)
Please god make it end ...
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 8:19, Reply)
Psychotic taxi drivers
Just wanted to send my interweb love to all of you not-so-merry b3tans who might be affected by the Cumbrian massacre.

Jeez ... the Cumbrian massacre sounds like something you were set to study at O level Ancient History.

I just spent all morning feeling miserable over a fight with my husband (over nothing) a week ago which is still simmering away. Then I boot up my computer to realise that the most beautiful place in England is littered with corpses with stunned expressions on what's left of their faces.

Shit guys ... just ... shit.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 4:08, 1 reply)
i fucking hate people with careers.
fuck careers.

and i hate fatties too.
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 3:27, 1 reply)
specifically the ones on late night tv when the channels sell their collective souls into gambling and play host to the naked greed of parting fools with their money.
and the candy sweet front to these snake pits, did they think that this will be the stepping stone they so desperately need to break into entertainment?
how much showbiz sherbert have they hoovered into their nostrils to keep up the repetative inane verbal drivel for hours and hours on end, this can't be scripted surely?
Just looking into their dead eyes, you can see deep down into the bitter disapointment of a career choice only just slightly elevated above a crack whore, what must their agent have promised them for taking this shit gig?

Do they sit alone and contemplate into a well of despair when they realise they are like a KY covered vibrator frigging the gambling addicts and lubricating them to spunk their deperate cash on the hope of a win.
If you end up watching, you just want to scream at them to shut the fuck up now now NOW!!!!!
Just walk away from it don't do it anymore, draining the life energy with your fucking perky banter going on and on. Oh yes those euphamistic nicknames have won a tenner but tell us about the ones who's kids won't be eating this week or the ones who's wifes will be shamed by the bailifs taking what little she has left, her dignity went a long time ago along with ours for being compicit with the whole system.

You've given away £70 million? hahahahaha but you have also taken £250 million, tell the mug punters about that, what the fuck to you take us for?
But they don't walk away its just a job, its telly love ...........next year SKY!
(, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 1:59, 2 replies)
I don't doubt there are several threads devoted to hating street fundraisers, I've already seen a couple and I didn't feel that the reflected the job as I experienced it and I want to take a moment to reflect on the other side of the story.

I was a team leader at a fundraising agency that worked for lots of different charities.

A couple of things I think people overlook concerned with how street fundraising worked when I was involved in it (the situation may well have changed particularly given the rise in secondary street fundraising)

1. Our agency had a contract with the charity which promised that for every pound they spent, they would get three back.

2. If a donor cancelled their gift within the first few months (attrition) then the agency would provide a new donor free of charge.

3. The teams had set targets that we had to meet. If we met them we went home early. We were paid an hourly rate which increased the longer you spent with the agency. There was no performance related pay or commission.

4. Each fundraiser had a full week's training and the team leaders had the power to send anyone who didn't comply with the training and the code of conduct home without pay. The guidelines can be found here www.pfra.org.uk/ they included a verbal disclosure explaining the nature of our pay.

5. All the techniques described as annoying by people complaining about street fundraisers are pointless. They do not result in signups and are often in conflict with the guidelines.

6. 90% of the people who decided to help the charity that I was representing who signed up through me started by explaining that they would listen to what I had to say but would not sign up. On every occasion that this happened the person signed up to support the charity and gave overwhelmingly positive feedback about their experience when questioned by an independent team who phoned to confirm the donation.

7. If done properly Street Fundraising is arguably the most personally engaging way of connecting someone with the core values of a charity. It is particularly effective for those charities who cannot take risks and need a guaranteed return on their financial commitment to finding new donors and those charities who have complicated aims that cannot be explained in a poster of television advert.

8. People will doubtless reply to this thread with lots of hate and say 'you'd never get me to sign up' the thing is... I turned quite a lot of people away with a smile and a thank you within a few seconds of having stopped them. We didn't sign up students, the unemployed and people who would miss the cash so the majority of the mouthbreathers on here would have been excluded anyway.
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 23:32, 7 replies)
Amway-style pyramind schemers
Can't believe I forgot about this one. Used to work with a guy who was well into one of these. One night when it was just the two of us on, he asked if I'd like to take 30 minutes to hear his spiel. Even though I politely declined from the outset, he pressed on, showing me slides of pie graphs, pictures of happy people and going on about the awesome products you can sell and how you can make wads of cash. He also used to do the same to customers (won a few over too, amazingly) and even tried it on with our boss (because a guy who owns two video stores wants to sell bullcrap door to door).

Worse than him, however, was a regular customer who one day asked my name and what I did outside work. I told him that I was a student, and he called me at work a few nights later to ask if I was interested in "an exciting business opportunity". Thinking this sounded enticing, I agreed to meet him for a coffee to discuss the matter further.

You can picture how it went. Ten minutes in, he said the magic words, "Product brokerage", and I knew the silly prick was part of the same scheme and immediately tuned out. It was kinda funny when I challenged the scheme ("I just don't see where that money comes from, it doesn't work out") he just kept repeating himself without giving an answer, but really the exercise was infinitely frustrating. More fool me for assuming he actually had a good opportunity for me I suppose, but that doesn't mean he's not a wanker.

Apologies for length, but I imagine that we all feel the same way, because who actually likes those specky twats?
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 23:20, 2 replies)
not my type
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 22:12, 2 replies)
why 2 of them?
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 22:10, 4 replies)
Bindun before, I know, but not for the same reason...
Couple of coppers come across this bloke on a night out. He's a little bit lairy, no, more just cheeky to them, which they don't like one bit. They nick him and proceed to kick the fuck out of him, sorry, help him into the back of the van.. He starts to look v v v bad so they take him to Hospital. Doctor asks why his face is bashed to fuck so they make up a story about him having an epileptic fit and injuring himself. Fair enough you say? I bet they get untold shit every night of the week and a bit of a slap is what you get for being lairy..
Only problem is, he's an HGV driver and the "fit" means he can't drive, therefore can't make a living.

On the other hand I have a grudging respect for the sort of copper who, if he saw drunks pissing in doorways would give them the option of either cleaning it up themselves with their own shirt, or getting a tug. (the latter copper was a cousin of my old roomie)

The cunty ratio therefore seems to be about 2:1....
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 22:09, 19 replies)
muggers who target midgets
how can they stoop so low?
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 21:46, Reply)
pencil makers, why the hell do they never sharpen them?
(, Wed 2 Jun 2010, 21:20, Reply)

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