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Secret work enemies

It’s crazy, when I was growing up being a grass was the worst thing you could be
When I grew up I realised that despite many faults, if law and order breaks down you are at the mercy of the gun holders, torturers and rapists.
Not being a grass is the most pathetic and weak garbage I hear, usually from scousers who then complain about gangs and intimidation. You can only be on one side in this game.
 
Used to love drawing little mustaches and specs on photos in Newspapers the staffroom at one place I worked. A very highbrow institution that perhaps took itself too seriously. Occasionally a Wang or tits. Used to love hearing people's reactions. A couple of folk used to get proper upset. It was addressed in an all staff meeting once. I nearly died laughing.

My very first job was a hornets nest of awful senior management and absolute irreverent loonies.

One lad Used to sneak into people's offices and draw a massive cock on the whiteboard if he knew they had a visitor. They'd arrive and have to explain it. We'd be in the corridor sniggering.

The other great game there was defacing the awful posters acting as newsletters that were put up around the factory floor. Beaming pics of the senior management would soon find thenselves adorned with Hitler moustaches.

Mischief is a good thing. Embrace it.

I remember someone adding a slide to one of the bosses quarterly presentations. Now this was quite a boring but well paying logistics firm and you'd be less bored watching Prince William iron his trousers. He clicked for the next slide and a black and white picture of a fella in the IRA with a balaclava on appeared on the screen in-front of an auditorium of about 120 people, shareholders the lot. No words just this fella crouched down with a rifle next to him. You could have heard a pin drop (no pun intended) until soft ollies over here broke the silence with uncontrollable laughter.

Oh the next day was fun back in the office.
 


I got to the car park across from work at 8.30am and sat there trying to convince myself to go in for about 45 minutes, the only other person here today told me he got in at 6.30am so that he could leave the house before his wife and kids were up, my kind of person.
I like sitting and eating in my car in the carpark during my lunch. Looks a bit weird but is better for everyone I think.
 
I like sitting and eating in my car in the carpark during my lunch. Looks a bit weird but is better for everyone I think.

It's great isn't it? Sometimes a bit awkward if you've parked next to someone who also comes back to their car and sits in it for a while, but the joy of getting some peace overrides the awkwardness.

I've got to work a good number of times and had a half hour nap before going in, that must look weird to any passers by, I'm fat so they probably just think I've had a heart attack and am too far gone to save.
 

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