jaycee
Player Valuation: £60m
Bit nasty just coz ya ma is telling you the alphabetti spaghetti and turkey jets are ready FrankI'm always quite blunt and tell them to go away Nd that they've wasted their time
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Bit nasty just coz ya ma is telling you the alphabetti spaghetti and turkey jets are ready FrankI'm always quite blunt and tell them to go away Nd that they've wasted their time
Oooooooh yes. If ever a job needed to be automated....Doctors receptionists.
Apart from your use of the phrase "fast lane", I agree wholeheartedly.The standard of driving is declining and more and more people resort to brake checking you when they’re called on their poor driving.
Was in the fast lane of a 3 lane A road before with someone doing 40 in the outside lane (it’s a 50). I flashed them a couple of times and they slammed their brakes on and nearly caused a huge pile up, all because their ego was dented.
Doctors receptionists.
Bloke sat opposite me in work eats non stop from start to finish and chews loudly, slurps and makes random sucking noises throughout the day. Then has the cheek to tell me the music on my headphones is too loud. It’s torture.
That's a pretty decent rule of thumb for the whole of British society, not just receptionists.I briefly worked as a medical rep for a few months, the worst Dr`s receptionists by far where in the posh areas.
The simple rule was the more affluent the area, the more receptionists where up their own arses.
Where as the poorer the area, the more sound the receptionists and the Dr`s in general where too.
That's a pretty decent rule of thumb for the whole of British society, not just receptionists.
Oh yes mateHave you got your German techno on though ?
For years they were just called the public. Now they are called customers.I just hate the general public
Or stakeholders.For years they were just called the public. Now they are called customers.
Relatives knocking on your door at 1 o'clock on a Sunday and looking surprised that you're just about to eat your roast dinner.