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My daily routine usually involves working from home, unless I'm expected to turn up at meetings and stuff across the north west or the west midlands. Sometimes I can usually manage a week before I have to go anywhere. Working from home has a lot of pros - I don't have to spend an hour and a half commuting to Birmingham any more, I can sleep in rather than stand on train station platforms in the freezing cold, I can saunter off to the kitchen to make my lunch when I feel like it, I no longer have to pretend to be interested and/or impressed when work colleagues start doing that competitive 'what I did at the weekend/what kind of house I am buying/I have several cars/my book is much more highbrow than yours' conversation type thing, I feel more like my job fits in around my life now (because I can be here when the children come home from school and I can prepare tastier evening meals and I'm not arriving home when they're getting ready for bed) rather than fitting my life in around my job. It's also great not to have to commute when up the duff. Having to stand on trains enormo-bellied while other commuters elbow you, tutting loudly because you're taking up some extra inches in the carriage , gives you nothing more than swollen ankles, an aching back and The Rage.
There are also cons, obviously. Sometimes I'll look at my watch and realise that, not counting emails or posts on internet forums, it's been a while since I actually spoke to someone. This can also be a good thing but, when you're doing a job that's as dull and unfulfilling as mine, you could do with a bit of conversational distraction. Consequently, I get bored quite easily and think things like "rather than read the latest draft of the North West Regional Infrastructure Investment Plan, I'll watch Black Books for a bit." Before I know it, the next thought that pops into my head is "Oh! It's been two hours! Perhaps I should check my emails to see if anyone has asked for my thoughts on that cocking plan yet!" The only other con I can think of is that all of my office based colleagues are like strangers to me - I don't see them regularly enough to build up any kind of familiarity with them. I can live with that, though.
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Hey Sidnoi, I've been working with a brummie with the most amazing accent ever. Usually, he sounds just like an everday Birminghamer but some words are just something else - Woi do half the jaarb.
Why do half the job? It's extremely strange and doesn't sound brummie. I'll get you a video clip and you can listen to him and tell me what is going on with the freak.
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Well Jonesy, I suspect that may be dealing with a 'YamYam' rather than a brummie. That is, someone who comes from the Black Country. Lots of people in the village where I live are from the Black Country. I'd say about 99%, seeing as it's only 500 yards over the border from Wolverhampton. I often find myself overhearing conversations on buses and wondering what on earth they're talking about. Phrases like "Yam gooin uppee tarn tanigh, en-nye" which I think translates as "I am going up to town tonight, aren't I".
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Lol Jonesy, that would be excellent. Hide a dictaphone up your sleeve and stand right next to him, asking about his favourite colour and stuff.
Actually, that happened to me once. In one of my old jobs, I had to call in an organisation that we'd funded for an interview, just to make sure that they understood all the terms and conditions and stuff. About halfway through the interview, one of the attendees gesticulated with his left arm and a dictaphone shot out of his sleeve and on to the floor. He grappled about on the floor for it while stammering "I just wanted to make sure that I didn't forget anything! Honest!" Oddly enough, this organisation was from the Black Country. In fact, the cause of the offending gesticulation was the culprit telling me how he'd just been voted Tiptonian of the Year.
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I'd never heard of it before then and have to say I haven't heard of it since. Apparently, it is an award given to a resident of the town of Tipton (a borough within Dudley) in recognition of their work for the local community. I don't know what he'd done to deserve it. Flashing in a local park, probably.
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quote:Originally posted by jonesy999: Is it a prize for being able to walk quietly?
this is still making me lol, you know
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quote:Originally posted by mart: Bloody bananas, they come 'ere to our country, mess everything up...
Send 'em back to the jungle, I say.
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I no longer have to commute to and from work, therefore a two page long scowling rant from me will not be necessary. My hatred towards most of the population, as described beautifully by previous posters on this thread, means that I must work alone. I get extremely irritated by almost everything -- which makes enjoying things I love even more satisfying. At least that's what I tell myself.
The only downside is that sometimes it gets very quiet and, during such times, it is very tempting to spend literally hours browsing Pornotube (thanks not...), which makes you feel like a dirty little pervert - sat alone. In your house. Isolated with your own twisted perversions. I often feel like I am cracking up; my own thoughts being contorted into a mish-mash of severed car crash victims's limbs. It gives me headaches, which seem to be worsening in severity each time they arrive.
The sunshine then blasts through the windows; the clouds dispersing quicker than a gang of juveniles being caught jacking off outside the bedroom window of a pretty young teen - and all is fine and dandy.
quote:Originally posted by mart: Bloody bananas, they come 'ere to our country, mess everything up...
Send 'em back to the jungle, I say.
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I no longer have to commute to and from work, therefore a two page long scowling rant from me will not be necessary. My hatred towards most of the population, as described beautifully by previous posters on this thread, means that I must work alone. I get extremely irritated by almost everything -- which makes enjoying things I love even more satisfying. At least that's what I tell myself.
The only downside is that sometimes it gets very quiet and, during such times, it is very tempting to spend literally hours browsing Pornotube (thanks not...), which makes you feel like a dirty little pervert - sat alone. In your house. Isolated with your own twisted perversions. I often feel like I am cracking up; my own thoughts being contorted into a mish-mash of severed car crash victims's limbs. It gives me headaches, which seem to be worsening in severity each time they arrive.
The sunshine then blasts through the windows; the clouds dispersing quicker than a gang of juveniles being caught jacking off outside the bedroom window of a pretty young teen - and all is fine and dandy.
LOL
This is almost enough to make me go to Leicester for that meet.
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Things that are part of my routine:
I'm very good at the morning ablutions. I can be (shit, shower and shave - but for shit read ladylike tinkle and for shave read cleanse, tone, moisturise) through the bathroom and out of the door in about 15 minutes from start to finish, if absolutely necessary.
Pro:
It's quite satisfying getting into a rhythm in the morning. I can spring out of bed, samba through the shower, wander round with my sonic toothbrush with the radio on in the background, then satisfyingly clean and plump up my face and feel prepared for the day.
Con: I need these routines in order to do things. I'm crap at housework because I don't have any a normal day or time to do stuff in place - instead I just let the clutter accumulate until I eventually shriek 'Gah!' and set to for a marathon tidy-up. I'm useless at going to bed during the week because I get distracted by the latest book I'm reading, or by the sudden urge to sort out my paperwork, or something I recorded a week ago on the TV.
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My mundane morning routine is all about food. The other day I had failed to prepare the night before, so I found myself contemplating having to make seven meals first thing in the morning:
Breakfast x 3 (me, Gree, MiniGree) Lunch x 2 (me, MiniGree) Dinner x 2 (both MiniGree, who is so hungry after school she can eat two meals, one after the other)
You may think "why not just make her one really big dinner", but somehow it doesn't work out like that.
So, yes, it's ablutions, dressing, wake MiniGree, make tea, feed cats, start on Mini's lunch, then her breakfast, then Gree's breakfast, then Mini's dinners, then my lunch, then my breakfast.
Then, if I have time, I will smoke a cigarette on the sly downstairs in the grounds of our estate before being picked up to go to work.
Other times I am magically prepared and super-efficient, and the breakfast hour is a smoothly executed kitchen dance in which ergonomics reign and meals are beautifully packaged and served, dishes washed, and everyone gets the best possible start to the day.
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quote:Originally posted by H1ppychick: I can be (shit, shower and shave - but for shit read ladylike tinkle and for shave read cleanse, tone, moisturise) through the bathroom and out of the door in about 15 minutes from start to finish, if absolutely necessary.
That is genuine skill. I can only manage 35 minutes.
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Mart, would you be available for hire some time around the beginning of June by any chance?
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I think I'd quite like a Mart in the morning.
Morning routine chez Louche:
Struggle womanfully from warm bed. Struggle womanfully into warm shower. Which black suit should I wear today? With which black top? And which black boots?
Difficult, difficult decisions.
Make coffee. Smoke fag. Imagine the various permutations of physical torture Cuntlinsky deserves that morning. Go to work. Have at least one road rage attack on way. Usually Lex-arse based.
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I think they are taking advantage of you Mart. poor Mart
I have to have brekfast at work otherwise there is no motivation to get there. Sometimes this backfires (especially if I am a bit hungover) and I cant hold out that long, and end up getting some filthy pasty or something on the way. Then I am wracked with self loathing and indigestion for the first half of the day.
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quote:Originally posted by jonesy999: Can someone level with me and tell the truth here: is being a parent a fucking nightmare?
Yes. Especially hard at the beginning as you give up your previous self-centred life and essentially become a full time carer.
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Surely a coffee and a fag is sufficient for breakfast. Why do people feel the need to eat things too?
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Actually, the wife isn't going to do that bit because she can generally earn more money than me. I think me dreams of banging out sparkling scripts from home with one hand while feeding a baby with the other and posting on TMO with my cock is maybe not going to be the reality.
quote:Originally posted by mart: I found myself contemplating having to make seven meals first thing in the morning:
It's unbelievable how it mounts up isn't it. It's like Groundhog Minute in our house, where everything you've just done you have to do again four more times. Cleaned your teeth? Good. Now get four more toothbrushes out and put toothpaste on them and clean four more sets of teeth. Had a nice bowl of Weetabix? Great. Now get four more bowls out and make eight lots of Ready Brek/Bran Flakes/Rice Crispies, all in different combinations.
And so for hours on end up till bed time when you have to get four lots of pyjamas on the right people and make them all go to sleep.
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