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Only dull song with tedious 2 chord structures.... Beyonce's crazy in love being one of them, oh and Frankie Goes To Holywood's Relax isn't really a bass players dream.
Only dull song with tedious 2 chord structures.... Beyonce's crazy in love being one of them, oh and Frankie Goes To Holywood's Relax isn't really a bass players dream.
I've got something extra going on at work which is a bit of an RSI roundabout. If another gormless can't solve the problem for itself, I think I'll drop the Julie Andrews charm schtick and go up the feckin wall. I am patience personified, but am currently on a short fuse. Such is the glorious giving nature of my trade.
Do any of you face special trials in the workplace?
I'll be more forthcoming about my branch of the Christian work ethic next week if the shit hits the fan, and if the hands dip in the till. Currently I'm just rustling my top sheet with my thumb in my mouth.
I've put somewhere else that I've put 100 Y10 kids out on Work Experience for the next two weeks. The vast majority are splendid to sufficiently affable. Some I'm concerned about.
Over the last few years, I've been called out to cafes and Primarks and creches and the like where the odd kid has dipped into the till, stolen staff wallets and credit cards, tried to nick clothing.
I expect in the next two weeks I'll get a call-out from a haidresser's, or from the Police with an irate mother in tow.
My own lads have done their Work Experience on the same patch I teach on. Knowing the game, I made sure my boy ticked the box that said Wants To Save The World, rather than Retail.
Lo and behold he was off on a ketch chugging up and down the English Channel from Dungeness over to Essex. He had a ball on the boat checking the quality of seawater around mussel and oyster beds hereabouts. He got to drive the thing like a maniac, if a maniac in second gear.
No tills to raid on the water. No knickers to secrete in a clutch bag.
I'm brassed off with organising every bloody thing for every bloody one.
Cigars are my solace.
Cigars are my pep.
Cigars are my boobies
I love them to death.
Last edited by Robusto; 20-03-2009, 06:39 PM.
Reason: Referred to onanism. Shouldn't.
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