Yeah, for years I thought the Alanis Morrisette song ‘Ironic’ contained the lyric ‘Like a death row hard-on two minutes too late’
Thought she was a saucy sort talking about erections in the electric chair and stuff.
Turns out the word was PARDON.
I reckon you could use some work on ‘conflict resolution’ it could help you in the future.
In the short term I hope your hands are undamaged, you don’t need to lose any work days atm.
Yeah, that’s bullshit.
I read somewhere.
‘I’d rather work for a dick who knew what he was doing, than a nice guy who didn’t have a clue’
I dislike bumper sticker philosophy, but I agree with the meaning.
I hated working for poorly organised outfits, sure things can not work out but as has been said being disrespectful of your time really grinds my gears, paid or not.
He’s my groundsman (started October last year)
The last one left, which while I breathed a sigh of relief the drama was over, left me in the lurch.
I advertised on FB and Jaques had an interview, I initially thought him too young to be insured on the vehicles (18 years old) but my insurers were...
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.