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The only two options.
Pretty much, yeah. I don't know if you've ever worked in an office, but chilly hostility because you don't agree with all someone's life choices isn't the best way of being collegiate.
There are definitely options between actively choosing to socialise with somebody and hostility.
You're going to end up helping him cover up a crime to avoid the awkwardness of saying no.
That said in his case that might just be the best survival option, he'd only shank you and bury you with the other body for dishonourable behaviour.
Will you two fuck off, the stories are tremendous and worth any peril caused.
Plot twist: The Arab is the Martial Arts teacher that stole Magics wife.
This ends with The Arab standing over a body and asking Jimmy to take the fall.
Or he discovers this thread and you get elbowed.
And jimmy going ahead with it to avoid the awkward confrontation.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shindig
He is clearly the Jez to Jimmy's Mark. They need each other
When Jimmy finally gets the keys to South America and has The Arab as his number 2 :drool:
It's going to be Arabian sex crimes on tour that Jim will be forced to out himself to escape being dragged into when the police come calling.
Are you ever in contact outside of work?Quote:
Originally Posted by Jimmy Floyd
Only when he texts me about the Barshelona (sic) score.
Shame they're made up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ben
Don't know if it's just me but I imagine him looking and sounding like Alexei Sayle in the Young Ones Era.
Today I've whittled a proposed action plan down from 110 actions to 58.
Now I've the fun task of assigning each to an identified desired outcome.
Can I set my out of office yet? :happycry:
yesterday was my last day at the old place, just had to go and hand over my tobacco stained laptop and fob and stuff. oh, I had also managed to accumulate 4 locker keys, and had to spend about 29 minutes looking for the one which matched up to the one the number had fallen off. which was empty. twat.
am now on a surprisingly not shit Avanti train to euston to have my documents scanned and receive my new laptop from the new place. then off until the 3rd. :cool:
There was a rare and very brief meeting today between the boss (who I went to Spain with) and the Arab. It involved, as I was scanning the boss out of the building, the Arab making a bee line for him and doing a ridiculously over-wrought hello-and-goodbye that went on for about three minutes. As he walked away the boss said to me: "Bloody hell, that bloke must drive you mad". I lolled. The Arab had lingered behind a door, seen me lolling, and asked me what the boss had said. I told him and he seethed about it for the next hour.
I'm logged off and done until next year. Roll on the Glühwein and stollen.
I’m in tomorrow but I’ve set myself up real handy with a follow up from earlier in the week down in Clare that will have be home at midday latest.
I've already checked the earliest I can finish with my abundance of flexi time and I'll be done by midday until the 4th.
The fucker just cancelled and I'll have to go to the office now. I'll be delivering fucking bottles all day in the Dublin Christmas exodus traffic now :(
I'm working Christmas day.
I've just got back from my last home visit of the year, featuring a chronically ill and very lonely, depressed man that has been let down by every support agency in the country. I'm visiting again on the 3rd of January with a Welfare Officer, but I wouldn't be surprised if he has done himself in by then.
Fa lalalala, lalalalaaaaaa.
Did you not tell him to have a wank and a festive pot noodle?
The care industry seems rife with good natured people put under so much stress that they stop giving a shit. Social workers do fuck all.
Social workers are damned if they do and damned if they dont. If they take someone's kids off them they are wankers and if they don't they are negligent.
Nah, they're just shit. I have lost all respect for them over the last couple of years.
I have reported:
A blind lady living with her schizophrenic son, self meditating with alcohol and cannabis. She can't go upstairs, he has destroyed it.
A registered paedophile living with an 11 year old boy and his alcoholic and diabetic mother (that spends most of the day asleep). Said paedophile also did the school run for his neighbour (that didn't know his status and neither did the school).
A woman living completely alone that called me 4 times in one day panicking about the same letter, each time completely unaware that we had already spoken.
I got the same form letter in reply every time. Zero follow up.
I also struggle to feel anything positive towards social workers.
my dad forced my mum to be a sole breadwinner while he spent 2 years training to be a social worker, then within about a year he was sent down for 6 months for stealing a load of money from some old vulnerable people he was looking after to fund his speed addiction, so personally I'm a big fan!
Classic.
The French company I work for announced the sale of it's UK division to the Americans (instead of the whole global company) on Christmas eve via email. In French. With a scan of a French newspaper article that you can't copy and paste to translate. Assuming the entire group got the email. It's not been followed up internally but there's UK articles about it. Fucking French.
Use the camera in google translate.Quote:
Originally Posted by Magic
Any imminent risk of restructure and redundancy?Quote:
Originally Posted by Magic
My promotion came through in this months pay and they back paid me for November too. :drool:
No more than usual. Freaks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Foe
This is a good take:
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/20...ram_publishing
Godspeed. The company I work for got bought out 12 months ago and fuck me it's been a painful experience since. I leave at the end of April and it cannot come soon enough.Quote:
Originally Posted by Magic
Got something else lined up or is that way too far off?
Hopefully an FM save with TTH
On the money.Quote:
Originally Posted by Don
Back to work tomorrow. :cry:
Same. Including a home visit with the suicidal man I visited before Christmas. I haven't had any failed calls from management, so I'm hoping that means he's not done anything silly.
Same here. It's a TD day at least. Easing back in by being bored to tears when I could be doing something useful.
My work phone ran out of battery on Christmas Eve so I’m looking forward to the shit that awaits. In theory there should be nothing because everyone has been off due to us being on shutdown but I’ve learnt to expect the unexpected.
I'm on the hook to train someone this week. They wanted us to start it last week which was never going to happen.
I’ve just driven 3 hours and 20 minutes to be told I’m not needed for at least 6 hours.
Disabling notifications for 'reactions' on Teams was one of my top 5 decisions of 2022.
Annoying you can't disable the chat sound without also disabling the incoming call sound though.
Started the year with the first grown man on the phone in tears because some piston rings aren't available until next week.
'But I need them now! Machine is down! This is costing me thousands! *voice cracks*'
'They're still at the port, what do you want me to do?'
'Can't you help us!!!?!?!?! I can't even wait until this afternoon, let alone next week! *sob*'
A remarkably emotional industry, this, sometimes.
Does the boss know? Because presumably if he asked you to go there and fashion some new ones with your bare hands you’d be on the way already.
No chance for a set of 6 piston rings, chicken feed. We're a wholesaler, so end users come to us for the prices but then cry salt tears when we're out of stock. They could get these rings from any local distributor in an hour, but for five/ten times the price.
Bodyclock shifting by a good couple of hours, at least, over the last 10 days or whatever has made this morning a real struggle. Need to keep calm and remember only 35 or so more years to go.