Is that what they call bar maids who are too ugly for front line service
Your answers show that:
- you like dealing with complicated problems or working with numbers
- you are a practical person and enjoy getting things done
- you are motivated, set yourself personal goals and are comfortable competing with other people
- you are a creative person and enjoy coming up with new ways of doing things
Pop on here to find Boris has outdone Facebook next release will be what gemstone does your Cat need.
Or something.
Whole of Poland goes Yellow Zone tomorrow.
Masks outdoors everywhere mandatory. Reduced capacity for weddings bars restaurants shops etc.
Just in time to fvck up my birthday plans Monday week
Start running?
I was told, although canāt be arsed to verify, that the app sends out a notification if you have been ācloseā to someone who has tested positive, but will remove that if you havenāt spent 15 minutes within 2 metres of them. Presumably it uses GPS and location data to establish this, but quite how it differentiates between people living in flats or sitting next to a party wall when the person with Covid next door is doing the same thing, i donāt know. Very difficult to get it right.
Our office staff are splitting time between working from home or office. Depends upon the tasks in hand and working arrangements at home. Naturally all site based operations have gone back to normal. Canāt dig a hole and fill it with facking concrete from your spare bedroom.
On the 15 minute thing, i told the Mrs about it and she said i could bang her twice and still not be caught. FFS.
Cake decorator? Theyāve clearly got you down as a poof mate.
not sure which question got me that one
Maybe it was āAre you comfortable telling people what to do?ā
Trip to town today on public transport.
As mentioned all of Poland not already Red Zoned moves to Yellow status tomorrow.
Big change.
Everyone on the bus/trams had their masks on properly.
Walking the street about 50% KEPT their masks on. Of the wearers, a high %age were youngsters.
Itās like a shit got real switch got pressed.
Which was good to see tbh
I gave this new career thing a go but abandoned it in incredulity at the vague, disparate and random things it produced.
Just as well Iāve got absolutely no intention of changing my career path from āretiredā.
Oi, take that back, some of the best cheesecakes* in the country are made by @Sfcsim and heās hard as nails, and marriedā¦
Never having has a @Sfcsim cheesecake I can neither confirm or deny this. Actually know that @saintbletch is having a break we ned to change our site sponsor from Brewshitā¦
Iām still trying to get my head around the suggestion that I could be a horse groomer. Beautiful creatures and all that, but dangerous at both ends I think.
ā¦or ādo you know whatās in your flowerbedsā
As you say, utter madness. This is a damning indictment of the disgracefully inept shitshow. A pity it takes the New York Times to do it though, just imagine how this is being viewed around the world.
To be fair the article is being a bit disingenuous as Uniās get their cash from student fees - but most, if not all Uniās are providing all courses on-line and with teams tutorials, so thereās no need for them to really be in halls - just the freshers I guess.
YoungAdult#2 went back to Cardiff for year 2 so he could go in to do socially distanced lab work, but does most lectures and shit online.
Likewise YoungAdult#1 at Barts/QMU only goes in for labs.(conveniently now living at home )
I may have said before, but if I was applying for Uni now Iād consider doing a bank job.
Get away? Tuition fees sorted.
Get nicked? Free degree at HMP. Slightly bigger chance of bum rape. Similar conditions otherwise to UK Halls of Residence.
I reckon if you smeared yourself in your own shit first day in nick no-one would go near you
This is in halls, right?
I do not know. I had a very limited time in halls, around four months in total. Iād already lived on my own for a year before moving to Uni, so having my own place was old hat.
My actual flatmates were pretty sound. The mainstay was a Geordie nipper, but we could never seem to keep a third flatmate. They were always cool though. Drop out cool.
These are the halls.
They were alright in September, increasingly chilly by October. On November 5th 1994, we had the spectacle of the other block, also students, firing fucking rockets from their balconies at our flats.
We also had two third year wardens live just across the hall from us, both immature cunts, both over 6", both shit scared of me after I throttled one and threatened to kill the other if they ever fucking knocked my door and ran again
University halls were not for me. By December, the missus and I had met and were going at it like bunnies. We both moved to Anfield in January 1995.