A bit council Vol 2
Discussion
Work motivational posters always make me groan.
If you want to motivate me, give me loads of money. That's why I'm here. I'm not here to garner a deeper understanding of the philosophical nature of graft. I'm here to fund my petrol and booze habit, so either pay me more money or shut the f
k up.
If you want to motivate me, give me loads of money. That's why I'm here. I'm not here to garner a deeper understanding of the philosophical nature of graft. I'm here to fund my petrol and booze habit, so either pay me more money or shut the f
k up.
Motorsport_is_Expensive said:
Work motivational posters always make me groan.
If you want to motivate me, give me loads of money. That's why I'm here. I'm not here to garner a deeper understanding of the philosophical nature of graft. I'm here to fund my petrol and booze habit, so either pay me more money or shut the fk up.
I did one week at the Littlewoods Call Centre and it was the most soul destroying thing I've ever done. The room was covered in motivational posters and the lady training us seemed to genuinely think that it was the most exciting, rewarding job ever. It was cringe worthy and after spending a week having to up-sell packs of control pants to the old biddies who only phoned to order a new cardigan, I felt ashamed and grubby. Fortunately I had a better offer and went to work for a local flying school the next week!If you want to motivate me, give me loads of money. That's why I'm here. I'm not here to garner a deeper understanding of the philosophical nature of graft. I'm here to fund my petrol and booze habit, so either pay me more money or shut the f
k up.Oh my goodnight !
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Watch the video, even worse "council" erm, erm !
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Watch the video, even worse "council" erm, erm !
Bluedot said:
Putting this out there, we all know that any form of writing on a wall at home is council so where does this stand ?
Personally I hate this st but that's just my opinion 
There is a gym near me where there are quotes on the wall from the gym owner himself, complete with his name on the wall. He is an ex-con too. Talk about council.Personally I hate this s
t but that's just my opinion PurpleTurtle said:
Whilst we're on wheelie bins: fknuts who have a recycling bin but refuse (see what I did there?) to use it, just shoving all their st into an overflowing bi-weekly collected normal bin. Lazy council tts.
Councils that expect every home owner to "start pawing through my garbage like some starving raccoon!" [Montgomery Burns. The Simpsons: Dog of Death, 1992] into 6 separate bins for collection (when they can be arsed to actually collect it), to a schedule that requires a degree in quantum physics to comprehend.knuts who have a recycling bin but refuse (see what I did there?) to use it, just shoving all their st into an overflowing bi-weekly collected normal bin. Lazy council tts. Rejecting a bin because some passer-by has dropped a piece of paper into your 'plastics and metals only' bin before it could be collected.
No respect for your customers = council.
For the record, I can manage a two bin system quite well, and do so.
Bluedot said:
Putting this out there, we all know that any form of writing on a wall at home is council so where does this stand ?
Personally I hate this st but that's just my opinion
Forget the writing! (it's truly awful isn't it though)Personally I hate this s
t but that's just my opinion I hate offices / managers / businesses that think a bloody pool table and wine fridge are motivational.
I want to work with people who want to work, not spend their days looking for an excuse to shoot pool, play table tennis, or start pulling beer out of the fridge at 5PM, especially in the office where I am sitting.
It has already been pointed out, but Nottingham seems to be the very epitome of council.
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "fking leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).
Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "f
king leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
Faust66 said:
It has already been pointed out, but Nottingham seems to be the very epitome of council.
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "fking leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).
Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
I do agree even though I am from the County of Nottinghamshire...and still there.I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "f
king leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
If you think Nottingham is bad, try Mansfield....especially around the bus station. Be very careful of the chewing gum covered pavements and hold you breath to avoid the cigarette smoke.
Faust66 said:
It has already been pointed out, but Nottingham seems to be the very epitome of council.
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "fking leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).
Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
It's alright for your type Faust66 but I have to live in the fI do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "f
king leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
king place !Faust66 said:
It has already been pointed out, but Nottingham seems to be the very epitome of council.
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "fking leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).
Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
I went to Uni there and loved it. It was 20 years ago, so maybe its changed. Or maybe my lens at the time was different. Or something, or nothing.I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "f
king leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
Goaty Bill 2 said:
Councils that expect every home owner to "start pawing through my garbage like some starving raccoon!" [Montgomery Burns. The Simpsons: Dog of Death, 1992] into 6 separate bins for collection (when they can be arsed to actually collect it), to a schedule that requires a degree in quantum physics to comprehend.
Rejecting a bin because some passer-by has dropped a piece of paper into your 'plastics and metals only' bin before it could be collected.
No respect for your customers = council.
For the record, I can manage a two bin system quite well, and do so.
Complaining about 'The Council' = council. Rejecting a bin because some passer-by has dropped a piece of paper into your 'plastics and metals only' bin before it could be collected.
No respect for your customers = council.
For the record, I can manage a two bin system quite well, and do so.
This Leicester football win thingy - as a non football supporter or follower I don't know how much coverage I can take of grown men in manmade fabrics drinking frothy lager from plastic cups in flat roved pubs singing, "CHAMPIYONEES, CHAMPIYONEES, OLÉ, OLÉ, OLÉ" and "We're all going on a YUROPEEYUN TOUR, A YUROPEEYUN TOUR, A YUROPEEYUN TOUR".
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Bluedot said:
Putting this out there, we all know that any form of writing on a wall at home is council so where does this stand ?
Personally I hate this st but that's just my opinion
Utter, total, definitive, unrelenting and unforgivable wPersonally I hate this s
t but that's just my opinion k. Not though, at least entirely, council simply due to being employment dependant.
Faust66 said:
It has already been pointed out, but Nottingham seems to be the very epitome of council.
I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "fking leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).
Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
I go there to visit my mate once or twice a year and have seen the "Beach" and the "Winter Wonderland" they create in the town centre, and they seemed alright to me. I went to the "Beach" last summer (or the one before, can't remember) and enjoyed a couple of beers there. Nothing exciting but was an enjoyable use of the town's square. My mate lives in Hucknall though and that really is a council area. I still recall walking back from the shops with some pasties in the carrier bag (very council, but when in Rome and all) when I went passed a couple of chavs and their Staffie. Said Staffie (not on a lead, almost the epitome of council) caught a whiff of my pasties and attempted to lunge at the bag until I yanked it away and carried on walking, something with the chavs thought was hilarious and thankfully the dog did not pursue the pasties further. I do enjoy going for a walk at lunchtime and seeing huge wobbly people staggering around the city, desperately looking for something that will stimulate their leaden taste buds.
Every summer, the council attempt to entertain the plebs by dumping a few tons of builder's sand in the market square which is then referred to as a 'beach'. Summer afternoons are filled with the e-numbered fueled screams of kids named Chardonnay or Mystique. Occasionally being mauled by a feral 'staffie' whilst their parents look on in calm inference interspersed with frenzied cries of "f
king leave it out you little fking sts or there will be no fking McDonalds for tea" as they swig can after can of cheap cider (Stella if they've been fortunate enough to recently claim some compenshashun).Ah yes, there is nothing quite like relaxing on urine soaked builder's sand which has been liberally studded with cigarette butts and used nappies in a city centre, surrounded by monolithic concrete buildings whilst pissing your benefits money away, is there? Perhaps dreaming of the day when you might actually make it to the promised land of Skegness… you'll have to wait for one of the kids fathers to be released from his latest stay in prison and re-take his driving test though. But when it all works out? Oh yes, halcyon days, my council friend, halcyon days.
Nottingham IS council.
(The more astute PHers will have realised by this point that I'm not a fan of the place).
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