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minor things that make you fume

I'm the bitter one?


You're the soft [Poor language removed] who's spent 30 years in a career he hates and is now bitter because people earn more than him...
Ha ha! You get all that from one post that compared rates of pay. Your powers of extrapolation are poor.

I'm not at all bitter. I have stayed in touch with hundreds of ex pupils, many of whom are tradespeople, and friends. This is why I got mates rates through a friend of a friend. I simply compared the rates of pay to illustrate the con of public sector workers. My father was a builder himself, before working in the Irlam steelworks.

Since quitting teaching, I have been doing a number of skilled odd jobs around the neighbourhood and among friends. I'm rushed off my feet. I can lay bricks, plumb, braze, weld, solder, repair electronics, tile, roof and do carpentry. Over the years, I have fully fitted out 3 boats, looked after and restored 6 classic cars and recently built, from scratch, a long case clock I appreciate skill, and most of my friends are in these fields, yet seem to be trying to set me up, on the basis if 1 comment, as some academic snob.

My plastering is not as good as I'd like - or rather, not as good as the missus likes.

Still, I give you that extra info free. I don't need you to like it, or me, but lay it there for you to think about,, before you carry on like a dog yapping at the wrong tree.
 

Women. Some girl I've been speaking to fuming because I never invited her to a family party but brought my mates (despite my mates knowing my dad as he managed our footy team and her never having met him). She told me not to bother speaking to her again, so I never. Now she's fuming cos I haven't spoke to her this week.
 
Fashion. Fashion with socks. What's the point?

Many years ago I calculated that if I were to spend 5 minutes a week pairing socks from the washing, and lived another 60 years, then I will have wasted 260 hours, around 11 days and nights just pairing socks. *

From that point on I've only ever bought batches of identical black socks. Trouble is batch to batch it's impossible to find the same socks, so there's a lengthy changeover period where there are slightly different logos (V hard to find any without logos in swindon) or different textures, lengths etc. And I have to spend time searching and pairing again. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO CHANGE FFS? Who goes along with the marketing where they think "oh that's nice, they've changed the logo a bit, I must buy a new pair of socks"

Fricking socks.

*similar reason to why I started drinking black tea. Can't be doing with faffing around with milk and sugar and spoons.
 
Women. Some girl I've been speaking to fuming because I never invited her to a family party but brought my mates (despite my mates knowing my dad as he managed our footy team and her never having met him). She told me not to bother speaking to her again, so I never. Now she's fuming cos I haven't spoke to her this week.
One of the hardest tasks in life is trying to understand women.
 
Women. Some girl I've been speaking to fuming because I never invited her to a family party but brought my mates (despite my mates knowing my dad as he managed our footy team and her never having met him). She told me not to bother speaking to her again, so I never. Now she's fuming cos I haven't spoke to her this week.
Lots of women I've met do this kind of thing. I think it's down to the trauma of growing up through those teenage bitch-fest years that starts in Y8 where they are absolutely horrendous to one another and end up with all kinds of paranoia, anxiety and distrust where they overthink things and call it 'women's intuition' - which means, by definition, not based on evidence or fact.
 
Getting a telling off for not reporting my absence to my line manager yesterday, although I did phone reception. So I'm going to have to use a days holiday. The thing is I don't have a line manager because he left 4 months ago and his line manager left too and were never replaced. I've just been left to my own devices ever since.
 

Ha ha! You get all that from one post that compared rates of pay. Your powers of extrapolation are poor.

I'm not at all bitter. I have stayed in touch with hundreds of ex pupils, many of whom are tradespeople, and friends. This is why I got mates rates through a friend of a friend. I simply compared the rates of pay to illustrate the con of public sector workers. My father was a builder himself, before working in the Irlam steelworks.

Since quitting teaching, I have been doing a number of skilled odd jobs around the neighbourhood and among friends. I'm rushed off my feet. I can lay bricks, plumb, braze, weld, solder, repair electronics, tile, roof and do carpentry. Over the years, I have fully fitted out 3 boats, looked after and restored 6 classic cars and recently built, from scratch, a long case clock I appreciate skill, and most of my friends are in these fields, yet seem to be trying to set me up, on the basis if 1 comment, as some academic snob.

My plastering is not as good as I'd like - or rather, not as good as the missus likes.

Still, I give you that extra info free. I don't need you to like it, or me, but lay it there for you to think about,, before you carry on like a dog yapping at the wrong tree.

Now that is a proper piping down ;)
 
Watching telly programmes such as Escape to the Country.
Whats your budget to buy a new property ?
Oh, £550k is our limit..
It won't be easy..

Koff.

These programmes are a source of much friction in our house, here's how it normally goes :

Misuss - " how much is out house worth "

Me - " why "

Missus - " I was just watching Escape to the Country ( take your pick of programme ) and I was thinking if we sold ours and got another mortgage, that we could live in a house like that ".

Me - Lol, so you want to take out another ( insert fantasty figure ) mortgage, that I'll still be paying off when I'm 90, to live in the middle of nowhere ".

Missus - " you weren't horrible to me when we first met "

Me - " I know what's coming next, I'm off to the pub "

;)
 

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