Useless adviceAs a new parent, people seem to think it's OK to pass on any and every old wives tale possible. "Don't hug him too much". What? Quite what possesses people to pass on baseless, idiotic, useless advice I don't know.
That said, I quite often give car drivers directions and then, after they've moved off, realise that I've sent them down a bike-only route, so I can give as good as I get.
What useless advice have you been given (or handed out) recently?
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chthonic, Thu 19 Oct 2006, 10:29)
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careers adviceour careers advisor was known as leatherchin as he had a beard the same colour as brown leather jackets.
Anyway, come work experience time I was asked what I wanted to do. 'Animation / 3d sculpture animation I replied.
He had the perfect thing for me, he said.
Excited, I awaited the letter telling me of the place where I'd get the foot in the door, show them how shit hot I was, and begin my quest for world animation dominance.
A few days later it arrived. I opened it.
'It's Ideal' I squeeled, handing the letter to my Dad.
'Aye, Ideal' said he handing it back 'Ideal fucking standard'. And so it came to pass...
I ended up in a cold room on my own making fucking toilets and accessories (actually making fucking toilets would have been great but these were shitting and pissing ones)
The day started at 6am with me binding the 4 casts I had, then by 6:15 I was pouring the clay in. From 6.40 onwards I had nowt to do for the rest of the day until 4.30pm when I went home.
Every so often some old caretaker bloke popped his head in and said, without fail, 'patience is a virtue my lad'. Obviously he was still after that promotion he had been promised.
This was everyday for a fortnight. Me, cold and bored senseless for most of the day and Albert dispensing his advice whenever there was enough shit to dust down near the room where I was 'working'. The only exception was the first day when some of the younger lads (about 7 years older) took me to the canteen and showed off their array of innuendo as the only woman that worked there sat with them.
Unsuprisingly, and in keeping with the bathroom theme she was a right fucking boiler as well.
So the bad advice? never ask for work ex in a small northern town where animation equates to making shithouses. Also, patience is not a virtue. I could have spent them hours waiting for the clay to set getting pissed and smoking.
Now that would be virtuous in comparison to being so sexually frustrated that you'd chat up any old boiler second to sticking yer nob in where the U-bend should go.
(, Mon 23 Oct 2006, 22:31, Reply)
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