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[RossP]

Originally Posted by Original Spies

I too, also hate people who spend too long at cash machines. Especially when you get DOUBLECARDED. Oh yes. They withdraw a couple of tens from one bank account. Then OHHH SHIT! This chump has two accounts, so they withdraw another amount from their second account, thrusting themselves upon the cusp of insufferable human inconvenience. I know I'm having one of those terrible days when I get stuck beind someone either a) printing off 12 pages of bank statement, or b) using a cash machine to top up their phone. Ugh!

I'm back from a recent visit to Sainsburys, where the wifie in front of me bought a 67p carton of ham on one bankcard, then used a different bank card for a 95p carton of plasters! Took bloody ages and the entire time I just thought of The Dude buying milk with a cheque...

[daveofficer]

Originally Posted by RossP

I'm back from a recent visit to Sainsburys, where the wifie in front of me bought a 67p carton of ham on one bankcard, then used a different bank card for a 95p carton of plasters! Took bloody ages and the entire time I just thought of The Dude buying milk with a cheque...

i bought milk with a cheque once when i was 17 and really really skint. felt like a total dick for doing it but i really needed milk.

Originally Posted by Jeanette

Haha. It'll be essential because no doubt you'll have to register with the SSSC? Am I right in thinking that? Or perhaps that's only been within children and families for just now and they'll get round to everyone else eventually!! I'm sure the SVQ will be a piece of cake and incredibly interesting.

One day I might venture into the world of working with offenders/ex-offenders, but just now I'm sticking with the kids! Ha. I wrote my dissertation on youth crime, so maybe I'll combine the two.

Spot on missus, everyone in this line of work has to be on the register eventually so we don't upset the Care Commission. This will be the second bloody SVQ I've done since graduating. Had to do Level 2 Care when I worked in residential care before joining Sacro. The last SVQ was mind-numbingly boring but a total dawdle and I expect more of the same.

Again, it's a great job to get into. Sacro also have Youth Justice and Street Mediation as well as Criminal Justice so you'd have a field day if you joined our happy ship...

'im kindofa big (jan) deal' is a great tag.

[Stichman]

Picture this; you're sitting in your living room, maybe having a few beers. It's late. Your flat mate/partner stands up, yawns and says "I'm away to bed". You look up and say "see you tomorrow". As you do.

THEN, he/she/it says, in a hugely irritating voice, "...don't you mean today?" This is usually combined with a knowing wink, or a nod towards the clock.

NO, I DO NOT MEAN TODAY. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S AFTER MIDNIGHT, IT'S STILL TODAY. TODAY IS NOT TOMORROW. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAANT.

[Tubthumper]

I usually say night.

[Jeanette]

Originally Posted by Stichman

Picture this; you're sitting in your living room, maybe having a few beers. It's late. Your flat mate/partner stands up, yawns and says "I'm away to bed". You look up and say "see you tomorrow". As you do.

THEN, he/she/it says, in a hugely irritating voice, "...don't you mean today?" This is usually combined with a knowing wink, or a nod towards the clock.

NO, I DO NOT MEAN TODAY. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S AFTER MIDNIGHT, IT'S STILL TODAY. TODAY IS NOT TOMORROW. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAANT.

Yup. I agree. It's not the next day until you've been to sleep!

But I would say goodnight rather than see you tomorrow! Haha.

[Stichman]

Originally Posted by Tubthumper

I usually say night.

Oh, so do I.



Until one fateful day, when I'll grab the nearest sharp object and plunge it into their face.

[Teabags]

The bus this morning was just a terrible experience entirely.

It was bad enough having to put up with some teeange ned quines listening to shit R&B on their phones speaker, but then there was the ned mum. A mother from Manchester having a very-audible-to-the-whole-bus conversation on the phone to "Aunt Jenny". Holy fucking christ.

"No, she can't look at photos of him anymore....No, she can look at the ones she's got out, but not other ones......That sounds a bit wrong.....No, you can't have photos of someone in their coffin......She's not......that's not normal......was it an open casket......No, thats not right if she's looking at that......yeah, but he's dead......that's not normal, im gonna get that and get rid of that photo.........I don't know why she's whinging about it, she's not on the will......Oh, I am.......Yeah, she must be about 90 by now, thats me closer to me inheritance........No it IS a religion, they take photos of their dead relatives, they just look like they're sleeping........Yeah, how funny is that.......haha, imagine having that framed in the living room, yer dead dad.....yeah "say hello to granny kids"......HAHAHHA"


Not a single line of that is made up. She said every part of that.

[em-s-t-a-r]

The STV jobs advert aaarrrggghhh!!!