This is one of the jobs the boomers would say "we av all these fackin imagrants bcoz inglish peepol don't want the ard jobs" about.
And rightly so. Fucking leave, lad.
This is one of the jobs the boomers would say "we av all these fackin imagrants bcoz inglish peepol don't want the ard jobs" about.
And rightly so. Fucking leave, lad.
I have absolutely no clue about employee protection laws in the UK, but is it not illegal to count sick leave as absence that can lead to disciplinary action/dismissal?
If it is it's news to me.
Well that's depressing.
Not sure if this is a only the Barrow site but worth looking for jobs at BAE systems if there is a site within commuting distance, even via an agency (the way a lot get started). Due to AUKUS being the new government brown envelope factory the money taps are very much turned on right now, to the point in Barrow there is a massive shortage of teachers because why bother with that shit when BAE are paying their cleaners £20 an hour standard and £50 and hour weekend rates?
I think there is some protection for people with long term illness. But people going off for 17 colds a year? No chance.
I've worked places which count it but I think where I'd worked tended to ignore cases where there was a line from the GP. Might be wrong though.
We've had people on long-term sick for three years. I'm assuming they're employed in name only as their pay diminishes the longer they're off.
Based on our warehouse, I would say 'fake' sick leave is far more common than actual sick leave, probably by 3 or 4 to 1. You have to have a pretty robust policy on it.
The problem is that people with doctors notes / long term illness are often full of shit too.
That have a system on the railway however it is easily gamed by the professional malingerers, to the point there is/was a rule about instances of sickness per 13 week period and when dragged into a sickness meeting the malingerer in question's defence was to produce his work diary in which had handily noted all the 13 week blocks for the calendar year
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You would think hybrid working might alleviate some of it. Those two on long-term sick for us have been off since before the pandemic started. Surely you can work a keyboard from home?
At what point does long term sick become dead?
Not quick enough /Tory
Dodged the bullet. Though was told almost as bluntly as the guy could that next time I'm off will likely be that.
Get looking for something else.
Or start going.
I'm a twit
Call in sick on Monday.
Can you not just do the mental health scam?
There’s a lad in my team who I’ve never seen at work, but comes to every social event. He’s German but sounds Irish and basically if something involves drinking, he’ll come.
Some other bloke who’sgot sackedsecondment wasn’t made permanent (basically unheard of but politics) has suggested a LADS ONLY night out in November, cos the women were responsible for him leaving, and while discussion is ongoing whether to stay local or branch out to Liverpool, German boyo weighs in with “I’m game either way ”
I’d suggest we became actual friends but he has a ponytail and wears a cap.
I don’t even know what his job is.
I'm a twit
70s pornstar by the sounds of it.
Call centre work, dealing with broken down lorries. Drivers/transport managers phone in to say a lorry is broken down, we take the details, and arrange with their base dealership for guarantee of payment, arrange a local company to come and fix it, and do all sorts of follow-ups and all that. Sounds well boring but it's quality, but I think it does suit me - my deranged sleeping patterns and lack of family life means I actually prefer the shifts I tend to do (mostly 2pm-10pmish, with a week of nights every month or so which is 10pm-6am), and my love of idle small talk means I actually enjoy the #banter with the mechanics and truckers. The money is amazing for how easy the job is as well - I'm on 30k, which is actually more than I was on in the really demanding and annoying charity fundraising jobs I was doing previously.
Probably a lot of peoples' idea of hell but it's wicked.
'Woah what's that mate? Is that your wallet on a chain? Can't be too careful can you mate.'
'yeah i know it keeps it safe'
*pissing themselves when he leaves*
Me and the boss landed in Warsaw earlier. Already by that point we had eaten at the 'Caviar Club' or something in terminal 5 after he failed to blag his way into the Qatar Airways lounge (we weren't flying with Qatar Airways). We got the hire car which is a Renault Megane. He asked for a diesel but apparently there are no diesel cars in Poland. He drove us to the hotel because he knew the way. He knew the way so well that fifteen minutes later we were driving down a bicycle lane, then the wrong way up a one-way street and being screamed at by horrified pedestrians. We parked up and a group of taxi drivers asked him what he thought he was doing. He said 'me foreign, yes?' about six times and then refused to pay for parking.
Eventually we got in and I told him we're eating in the hotel, as I couldn't face any more stress. He had a whisky sour and I had a beer. Looking at the menu, he asked me what pierogi are. I told him they are dumplings but he didn't believe me (they are dumplings). He asked the waitress how many were in the serving. She said eight and he said oh, no, that's not enough for an evening meal. He then ordered a fried fish pizza with a side of chips. He ate half the pizza and didn't touch the chips, which were 'surplus to requirements'. I had pasta. I paid. He spent the meal telling me old stories including typical boss phrases like 'Lebanese gold', 'slice of the cake' and his seminal catchphrase 'better than a wet fucking fish in a kitchen sink'.
Tomorrow, after paying the parking fine, we've got three customers to see.
Did you tell your neighbour you're away?
Try some flaki if you can find it, will change your life.
Do the bosses spend big on food because there's a budget they need to use up?
I was away with work all week, and, whilst using the £22.50 evening meal allowance is easy enough, getting the most out of the tenner during the day is actually a bit of a struggle when you've already done the hotel breakfast in.
The best part of working overtime is being able to get abused outside of 9-5.
It's currently 08:46 on a Monday morning and I've already been called racist by a Muslim man with rent arrears. Apparently he can't be in debt, it's against his faith and we need to get rid of it. He didn't appreciate me suggesting that his religious requirement to remain debt free was his responsibility.
I'm such a filthy gammon.
Thinking back, I don't think that's even the first time I've had that argument. Mental.
Google 1-0 Allah.In Islam, debt in itself is allowed.
Google 8-0 AllahHowever, taking debt is not encouraged and there is a firm warning on people who do not pay their debts.
I'm calling him back. LET'S FUCKING GO.
Well I'm just going to assume Spikey is dead now.
RIP., you racist piece of shit.
Fatwa'd.
Dipped into my work emails to find out I've got a new employer next year.
I’ve started adding work people on Facebook under the guise that I add everyone, and can safely add the fit ones.
Works well cos I don’t use it, so don’t mind having boring Joan from finance on there.
I'm a twit
Wonder what Mert's up to.
I had to eat about 2kg of pork and down about 2 litres of vodka tonight. Terrible times. The Poles are animals. They can put roasted meat away like it's water.
That's just most East Europeans lad. When I first visited Romania I was presented with mounds upon mounds of pork, ram and meatballs and they just smashed that shit down like it was air.
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Meat
I found a restaurant once in Croatia which had no menu. They just asked how many grams of (spit roasted) pork you wanted. It was banging.
I'd imagine the "about" and general context clues would suggest he was utilising a technique called "exaggeration for effect" or "hyperbole".
Also minus one point for thinking a bottle of vodka should [presumably] be weighing in at 750ml.
I met Mert for a drink when I was in DC for work last year. He’s a lawyer, he’s married, and he’s honestly pretty lovely/normal in person.
All is well with the universe.
I also put down 3 negronis, and then went for a 10 course dinner + pairings afterwards, so my recollection might not be perfect…
I had six shots of vodka which is not 2 litres. I apologise for having confused phonics and promise only to use exact measurements in future.