Because LinkedIn is a giant morass of recruiters and virtue signallers.
If you look at my profile its very boring
The reason why I removed my LinkedIn profile.
Mrs P_F works for a software company.
It’s entire business model is LinkedIn. They have apps that mine data, when she was in Sales she would send out around 200 emails a day. And it works, that’s the annoyance.
I got pinged by a Training Company in the States this week, blah blah, need online trainers blah blah. Zoom call and she is off telling me blah blah. and I just said, what do you want?
Turns out they SELL trainers a training course on how to use LinkedIn. I mean come on!
Still also waiting to hear back from the last 4 recruiters who begged me to send my CV for a range of improbable jobs.
Clearly there are many out there making money from it.
Polsih BBQ’s.
I fvcking HATE them.
They sit around for at least 8 hours cremating lumps of Pork Neck dripping in MSG, get pissed and totally ignore the fact I am bored to death.
And I “have” to go to one tomorrow night.
UCL finals night.
With a shit weather forecast and a likely temperature of 8C.
Oh I’m so gonna do Grumpy Old Fart until 20:45 then I’m legging it home to laugh at the dippers & cheer myself up
Turn it into a Karaoke evening. Job done.
Nope.
They play Discopolo, then get a guitar out and play Polish Folk Music.
Mrs & Mrs Goatboy only just survived 3 songs, 8 hours of that?
Rather listen to Vogon Poetry
“Ode to a piece of earwax I found in my navel?”
It’s a good job you’re not in Portugal.
Fado, no thanks.
Glitter. I’ve just cleaned the kitchen after Gingora’s crafting session and I’m fucking covered with it.
I’d actually have preferred to have seen Gary Glitter in my kitchen. I could have given the bald nonce cunt a slap and sent him on his way.
Actual glitter is here to stay.
It will never leave
Nor do those table sprinkle things that people have for birthdays
Some cunt at work filled up a card full of them and the are still turning up in my office a month later
Had a few Nye at a gogo bar in Bangkok back in the day. Rin by a Brit from Dubai.
He filled the place waist high with those polystyrene packing beads.
Were still finding them in July last time we went…
I asked Gingora “is this edible glitter?”
She says “yes. why the fuck would I put non-edible glitter on a cake?”
“To poison children?”, I suggest, defeated.
“Not on their birthdays”, she said.
I am starting to view my infrequent stomach pangs in a different light. I never got ill once while living at my mums for six months.
It still will never leave
BBQ 3 hours in. Zzzz.
Sausages taking an hour to cook.
Mrs P_F nicked my 0% Citron Radler and is topping it up with Lemon Vodka
It is bloody freezing I have 5 layers & shivering cant get close to the BBQ to warm up.
Mrs P_F had a no fvcking way when I said I will be home before 9pm local time and then shut up when I said yes I am in THAT voice.
Upside it is lovely here.
Downside, may be my last post for a while, think my fingers have frostbite
Aw c’mon Phil, it can’t be THAT boring surely?
I’m reading LinkedIn posts…
Yay I escaped, got the stare but then as I was about to pull away frantic waving t stop. Mother in Law was pickled after a “seniors” party & marooned at the Village Church, so I became the hero when I picked her up
Now to see how much better Polish commentary is vs Carragher & Tyler
I’m still fucking frozen mind.
Drinking a warm Doombar should help that problem