Diddles
Well-Known Member
bring a laptop and show them this thread at dinner. When they serve dessert would be a good time.
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the sooner we have a good recession the better for all concerned.
Can't wait for all our pisspot property tycoons to be moping around in negative equity. I'm going to point and laugh and say I told you so to every single one. It will be my mission in life - I'm going to sharpen my pointing finger for maximum effect.
"Awww did your litle investment property no work out awww. Did the bank repossess you house awwww. Well if it's any consolation I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN YOU GREEDY DOPEY BOLLIX - WHY DONT YOU GO STICK YOUR HUBRIS UP YOUR HOLE."
Problem with this whole celtic tiger crap is that people have ended up in positions of authority that in a normal society wouldn't be allowed feed peoples goldfish when they went on holidays.
this results in hysterical women who see a good bawl as a acceptable substitue for competence wondering around the place and everyone else having to tiptoe around them and do their work
or else you have stupid dipshit bosses who havent a clue frustrating people to the point of tears.
either way
the sooner we have a good recession the better for all concerned.
This lad in work was crying last week because of my managers. He's 41. I felt terrible for the poor sod, not like you lot of heartless meanies.
I worked with one girl (about 20?) in a previous job who was constantly throwing tantrums. She was like a spoiled 4 year-old. It was amazing. Several times a day she would either scream, cry, throw things or jump up from her seat and walk off literally stamping her feet.The rest of the time she was mostly pouting - unless she got her own way... in which case she'd be all angel smiles for about 30 seconds. It was bizarrely entertaining.
In my last job I was reduced to tears on one occasion... but I knew they were coming, excused myself and managed to contain them until I got to the ladies room. I hated myself even for that. The stress had just been building for a few weeks.
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