Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Everything That Matters And A Few Things That Don't.......

I see that bastion of tact and diplomacy David Duff has been upsetting people again. Ok, I suppose that's a bit like saying snow is cold, Blair is an egomaniac and Partick Thistle are bloody awful this weather. Thing is, he seems to have managed to get a rise out of the lovely but very boring Leah Darbyshire and her hubby. And Yishi the dog. It transpires that Leah has something of a backlog of bones to pick. Some of it does admittedly sound quite unpleasant, but there amongst it all is Mr Duff who earns a cuff on the ear for calling her dog 'Yucki' and for saying she's fat or something. C'mon, you got off lightly there Mrs Darbyshire. You want to hear what he's been calling the rest of us for the past year or so........ Anyway David, if she's 'fat' then I'm a certified chubby chaser and proud of it. In other news, please do take a wander over to The Gyp where Clairwil has been posting up her Krakow trip report. She's also put all us amateurs to shame by concocting a quite demonic lyrics/quotes quiz. That said, just because I found it near impossible doesn't mean you will.................I can be supernaturally dim at times. Good news of sorts about work. It would seem I won't be in the department from hell for too much longer. One of the other secondment victims was informed he'd be there for another two weeks at the very least. He reminded me a little of Yossarian from Catch 22, but not quite so cheerful. Then he started mumbling about laying down bear traps.................... It's pathetic, but i'm actually looking forward to getting back to my old brain numbing routine. The funniest thing about all this was the way my team leader tried to sell this temporary move to me. Instead of saying "look, we need a few bodies in another department, i've put you forward, can you do this? ", he's laying it on thick, busy giving me the 'change is as good as a rest' bollox and what a great opportunity it is for me. All that 'feather in your cap' shite can fuck off. I'm an admin monkey, I do what I do to pay digs, buy beer, cd's and spank mags. That's it. My desire to move within the company is non existant and I really hope he realises that. I don't think he does.

4 comments:

Kieran said...

Bloody managers and their career progression shite. When will they get off our backs and just treat us like no-hope loafers? I wouldn't say no to a nice little cap with a feather in it though.

The Blind-Winger Jones said...

I was frequently offered contracts with big city clubs trying to tempt me away from the life of minor local celebrity in the smog bound Pennines. But I was quite happy just getting by, having enough coppers for Temperance Weekly, a monthly trip to Hardcastle Crags and the annual Wakes Week Trip to Southport. Nowt wrong with the simple things.

David Duff said...

Mt Dear 'Illman',
Me rude! You should see how I have been traduced by some raver called Jean over on dear Leah's site. I have responded but one has to wait on Leah's comments section, nervously straightening one's tie and finger-combing one's hait, before she decides whether or not to publish.

Sorry I failed to pick up your reference to me earlier.

ill man said...

Keiran, they seem to be manic for it. Many places I've worked have taken this approach, only to end up distinctly lacking in 'ill man goodness'.

Blind Winger, as a Partick Thistle fan who has seen his fair share of swollen headed ninny's leave the club in the lurch for the bright lights and flesh pots of Dundee and Motherwell, I can honestly say that your example is a shining beacon to any young footballer in danger of having his head turned by the lure of filthy lucre.

David, what have you done to that poor woman?, she was apoplectic. I'm always suspicious of people who get quite that worked up on behalf of other people.