....not a lot else to say, really, apart from the fact that my beloved employer has spent the last month jerking me around.
A month ago "they" said my contract couldn't be renewed then, a few days later, they said they were having a re-think and wanted to take me on permanently.
With my contract due to end in two weeks I asked the boss today what the situation was. She said she would get back to me. She did - by fucking e-mail (nice touch). She said it wasn't being renewed after all and blamed cutbacks.
Funny, they apparently had decided this a week ago but waited until the end of a long-running campaign I had organised which culminated in an awards ceremony in London yesterday, a day when I put in 14 hours and worked myself into the ground seeing the job through to the end.
Fuck 'am! Fuck the bloody lot of 'em. Right now, I want to send people to fucking Grantham!!!
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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007
SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1.
From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).
Monday, 12 November 2007
Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.
....And On the Subject of Great Public Services
I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.
...There's More
On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!
Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!
Oh...........my............God!!!!!
My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!
Tuesday, 18 September 2007.
I wish I'd sung this!
For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can.
(P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.)
P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.
To Make You Laugh and Cry
I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons.
On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"
This Is My Life, Rated | |
Life: | 4.2 |
Mind: | 4.1 |
Body: | 2.7 |
Spirit: | 8 |
Friends/Family: | 1.6 |
Love: | 0 |
Finance: | 5.9 |
Take the Rate My Life Quiz |
I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things
Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact.
To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:
Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........
In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today.
The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared.
Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.
Life On The Edge - No Net.
I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal?
Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having!
Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting!
Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.
The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?
Be honest........
Who fucking cares!!
10 comments:
Bastards! Cowardly Bastards as well.
By email?? Classy, I must say! Bastards - the lot of them. Doesn't matter where you are, all bosses are scum.
You should just send bosses, team leaders, line managers or whatever twattish title they have to Grantham.
Something will come up soon,
Love
Big Ears
PS: Well, I hope England bring you some cheer against South Africa - even if I can't stand the bloody game!
fucking sounds too good for that lot
I'd nuke 'em
Bastards!!! But you finished the campaign, and that will look good on your CV. Mr & Mrs W
I'm sorry Reg. There is really nothing I can say, to make you feel better. But I can say this. You have friends all over the world. And that's bigger than Grantham.
If you need anything, all you have to do is ask.
Heck, so sorry matey. In times past I would have been over to do the 'arm round the shoulder, let's go out for a beer' thing. That's not on, obviously, but I'm there in spirit. . . lame as that sounds.
Bad news, but you'll cope, I'm sure. Drinks will be bought at the weekend, of course.
BGT
Nothing ever good happened in that place you were working in. Just a jumped-up North London suburb. You're well out of it. All my enemeies should go work there.
Lunch offer still open.
Cunts.
I hope that this helps.
Thanks to one and all for the kind words, the shared expletives/expressions of outrage and the support.
I got the last laugh, however.......I poured strichnine in the water dispenser so that brings me some comfort. Ouch, these straps on my jacket are pinching again.
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