Thinking you are showing something cool on the tinternet to your teenage nephew, who then yawns, says itās all over Instagram and btw is fake. Then looks at you and gives a little shake of the head.
Not even the Ayatollah can make me feel that twattish- an absolute masterclass
It most surely is. My dog did have something of a penchant for smearing his neck in fox poo, as if it were some kind of particularly delightful doggy aftershave. Fortunately he hardly ever does that any more. He is, though, a truly egregious poo eater.
Yeah I suppose itās less pungent. My late Cocker would ocasionally sample the delightsā¦the neutralising agent was a slathering of Tomato Ketchup which seemed to kill the stink.
I bet he has a winning smile.
Iām not sure who would come out of that comparrison better.
This is probably just a fruitless afternoon of reading CVs speaking, but blaggers.
I feel Iāve seen it all today. People with impressive promotions working for obscure companies which turned out to be owned by them throughout, enabling them to change job titles at will, people that used to be contractors but didnāt seem to be contractors that were retained much.
Thing is, it reflects badly on the agents too, These are basic checks and/or obvious red flags.
It also explains a lot about why a lot of IT projects fail.
Blogging? IT jobs? Whoād ever try & do that?
Not me, no siree.
Iām a world expert in that programming/developing thingy. Know everything about those Monty & PAP Apple languages and Microsoft pale blue.
When do I start? Need to know Iāve got a Finland Tech interview next week.
A nice cup of tea, a packet of Garibaldiās (other biscuit products are available) and the whole world wide inner-web is available through your computer device of choiceā¦
Mrs P_F 2nd interview Katowice.
Drop her to train station. Go home.
Phone rings. No announcements, train replaced by a bus, doesnāt stop at that station.
I have to take beaten up run around on cross country road trip. Arrrggh 3 hours as didnāt dare take it on a motorway
Pedestrians crossing the road on the platform 1 side of the central station. What the fuck is up with you people?
Ambling in the middle of the road, big cans on the ears, eyes glued to their phone. How exactly are you going to detect me bearing down on you at thirty mph?
Your sense of smell? Change in atmospheric pressure as I get closer? A disturbance in the space time continuum?