Saw someone having some sort of breakdown in Iceland (the supermarket chain, not the country) the other day. Not sure if she was a junkie or an alkie, but she had packed about half a dozen pizzas into her basket and seemed to be manically hunting through the freezer units. I had noticed she didn't look to be in the rudest health, but I figured she was ok. Apparently not..........I was at the checkout when two staff members suddenly looked a bit panicked and raced off in her direction. I get the feeling she had collapsed in one of the isles. Poor sod, it's no way to fucking live.............
Met a stray dog tonight. No collar, just a wee brown dug, sniffing about and picking up scents. May it find a fair few open rubbish bags tonight. You really do want to stop and call these mutts over, clap them, talk to them, give them a scratch behind the ear. Problem is, they're probably full of fleas and other nasty shit. feeling sorry for these guys is one thing, doing something about it is quite another.
Another seminar at work. This time it was broken up into groups, each one informing you of the benefits of working for Company X. Of the five sections, three did their job with minimum fuss, one condescended badly by using a football pitch and 'cut out' football jerseys to illustrate the difference between the benefits available from the new company as opposed to the old one. They even handed out a 'programme' and 'match ticket' for the 'Benefits Trophy'. Oh dear!
The worst was the head of HR who committed the ultimate sin and decided that we, his audience should do the talking. Sadly, he got about five minutes out of my particular group before deciding he'd had enough and went out for a fag. I hadn't the heart to inform the poor fucker that I couldn't care less about the merger, that I really had no thoughts in my head beyond what I was having for tea tonight and in all honesty, I'd rather have heard more from the guy outlining the pension scheme. Sweet Lord!
On the up side, it was a damn sight better than fighting sleep while some director prattles on for an hour and a half about company structure..............
Too Drunk To Fuck by the Dead Kennedys
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We had to go through a merger or take over or something like that anyway about a year ago. They thought that we would find it amusing if we asked the new CEO some questions about himself. But we weren't allowed to think for ourselves, oh no they had helpfully provided the questions for the unlucky few that had chosen to sit in seats with little envelopes attached to the underneath. Who do they think we are? Then of course we have to have six monthly staff conferences...........
That's a cracker! My problem was the opposite, the guy wanted us to give him feedback when we really had no thoughts one way or another about the whole process.
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