Probably been mentioned before but my current hatred is mainly reserved for plastic squeezy sauce/ mustard bottles....
Squeeze a bit........ nothing
Bit harder.......... nothing
Harder still......... nothing
Bit harder.......... nothing
Tiniest bit harder........... an eruption of bright yellow watery muck flies out of the end and covers everything within a 10ft radius, including me, my clothes, my kitchen and my now ruined dinner..........
I’ve had the same problem but not with sauce bottles.
I can vaguely remember those days, now all i get is a tiny puff of baby powder!!
Walking into a pub and they have NBA on. Having to ask to move it to the racing then I get we can't do that due to animal cruelty. Don't worry about the cruelty it gives me to have to look at the most shitest game ever know to man. Gawd I hate Camden. Used to be a bearable place 10 years ago. Turned into a right tourists trap.
My wife asking me to pick our daughter up by 17:15. Got to the school, went to the after school club only to be told she wasn’t there. Panicked, then realised she goes to a friends house on Tuesday and had a mad rush to get there on time.
Walking into a pub and they have NBA on. Having to ask to move it to the racing then I get we can't do that due to animal cruelty. Don't worry about the cruelty it gives me to have to look at the most shitest game ever know to man. Gawd I hate Camden. Used to be a bearable place 10 years ago. Turned into a right tourists trap.
Okay not general per se, but..... being the husband of a social worker.
As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process. Then she needs to drive back to Maidstone after all that.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused as is the norm and then into a stressful court situation Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!! And tomorrow I’ll have to listen to colleagues moaning about their job when they really don’t know how easy we have it in the great scheme of things!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
Okay not general per se, but..... being the husband of a social worker.
As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused and then into court Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
Blimey, that is tough Organiser. It always annoy me when there are people in cushy jobs getting paid oodles and saying it's because they've got a lot of responsibility and yet some of the most responsible positions in society are the ones that pay a pittance. We should all be grateful that people like your wife are prepared to do these things. I hope you can have some quality time together soon.
Blimey, that is tough Organiser. It always annoy me when there are people in cushy jobs getting paid oodles and saying it's because they've got a lot of responsibility and yet some of the most responsible positions in society are the ones that pay a pittance. We should all be grateful that people like your wife are prepared to do these things. I hope you can have some quality time together soon.
Indeed - I could not do it in a million years. I’d not have the skill, patience or level of empathy required. I salute anyone in jobs of this nature.
Okay not general per se, but..... being the husband of a social worker.
As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process. Then she needs to drive back to Maidstone after all that.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused as is the norm and then into a stressful court situation Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!! And tomorrow I’ll have to listen to colleagues moaning about their job when they really don’t know how easy we have it in the great scheme of things!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
Breaking my not posting when I have had a few rule. I cannot express my admiration enough for people like your wife Craig. So unfairly maligned and disrespected for the thankless task they deal with day in and day out. In a society that does not care, they are real everyday heroes.
Blimey, that is tough Organiser. It always annoy me when there are people in cushy jobs getting paid oodles and saying it's because they've got a lot of responsibility and yet some of the most responsible positions in society are the ones that pay a pittance. We should all be grateful that people like your wife are prepared to do these things. I hope you can have some quality time together soon.
Indeed - I could not do it in a million years. I’d not have the skill, patience or level of empathy required. I salute anyone in jobs of this nature.
Got a mate who recruits for social work, and he's heard all the stories. Not told me any, as you'd expect, but when he says I don't want to know I know he means it. Underpaid and overworked for sure. Underappreciated? Not by anyone who knows them.
Okay not general per se, but..... being the husband of a social worker.
As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process. Then she needs to drive back to Maidstone after all that.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused as is the norm and then into a stressful court situation Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!! And tomorrow I’ll have to listen to colleagues moaning about their job when they really don’t know how easy we have it in the great scheme of things!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
I empathise totally mate. Very similar job to my wifes job, I won't say what she does, but she's currently working on a case involving a family where most of the adults are alleged peodophiles, and taking the kids statements is something I didn't think I would want to do, the level of abuse is shocking. I think I would just kick the living shit out of the parents. As above she has to visit some absolute total shits in prison. And as you say they dont get paid enough to do this job, the cases get worked on and completed using quality peoples good will, on the flip side when her work has a positive outcome then she feels its all worthwhile. When I listen to how some of her days went, there is no way I could tell her I've had a bad day, they just do not compare.
Must be hard to ‘switch off’ from a job like that. Hopefully the good she is doing outweighs the shit she endures.
It is. My missus is also involved in social services. I get the mickey taken out of me sometimes because we try to get away on holiday several times a year but she needs that time away to detox from dealing with some of the utter dregs of society and what can be the most frustrating job in the world I reckon.
There are lots of people out there that are keeping our public services afloat through sheer goodwill and dedication.
Okay not general per se, but..... being the husband of a social worker.
As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process. Then she needs to drive back to Maidstone after all that.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused as is the norm and then into a stressful court situation Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!! And tomorrow I’ll have to listen to colleagues moaning about their job when they really don’t know how easy we have it in the great scheme of things!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
People like your wife do a wonderful job,they see & hear things we probably only read about. I totally agree with other comments about being paid less than paper shufflers. As an afterthought I hope she gets home early enough to cook your steak for dinner.
The fact I've got to go and pick up my Cat from the vet after work today.
Looking forward to having him home, yet for the last week the roads have been lovely and clear ... Tonight though its going to be hell thanks to a broken down Lorry on the QEII Bridge which has turned the M25 into a nightmare.
Swear my cat has orchestrated the whole thing, he's a crafty little bugger so wouldnt surprise me!!
Roadworks have shut a stretch of road. About 10/15 yards is shut. But the detour is 3 miles. Made worse by the fact it’s about 50 yards from my house so I feel like I’m so near, yet so far from home each time I get there.
The fact I've got to go and pick up my Cat from the vet after work today.
Looking forward to having him home, yet for the last week the roads have been lovely and clear ... Tonight though its going to be hell thanks to a broken down Lorry on the QEII Bridge which has turned the M25 into a nightmare.
Swear my cat has orchestrated the whole thing, he's a crafty little bugger so wouldnt surprise me!!
That’s what you get for keeping wild animals in captivity
The fact I've got to go and pick up my Cat from the vet after work today.
Looking forward to having him home, yet for the last week the roads have been lovely and clear ... Tonight though its going to be hell thanks to a broken down Lorry on the QEII Bridge which has turned the M25 into a nightmare.
Swear my cat has orchestrated the whole thing, he's a crafty little bugger so wouldnt surprise me!!
Don’t forget that before the birth of your child, that cat was your first priority.
Now he realises that’s he fallen down the pecking order, he’ll do as much as he can to disrupt your life.
Roadworks have shut a stretch of road. About 10/15 yards is shut. But the detour is 3 miles. Made worse by the fact it’s about 50 yards from my house so I feel like I’m so near, yet so far from home each time I get there.
Roadworks have shut a stretch of road. About 10/15 yards is shut. But the detour is 3 miles. Made worse by the fact it’s about 50 yards from my house so I feel like I’m so near, yet so far from home each time I get there.
Park and walk 50 yards?
Can't park anywhere along the main road. Not really the end of the world. It's only 3/4 minutes after all. Just enough to annoy me.
The month of March. I know spring doesn’t technically start until the 20th March but this pissing weather is just boring me now. I think I remember it being quite cold in March in 2013 as well. I have a feeling that the seasons are going to really start to shift in future years and we’re gonna only start to get mild weather from May onwards, through to November. Which is agitating because when it’s been dark since October, feels like winter is just dragging
The month of March. I know spring doesn’t technically start until the 20th March but this pissing weather is just boring me now. I think I remember it being quite cold in March in 2013 as well. I have a feeling that the seasons are going to really start to shift in future years and we’re gonna only start to get mild weather from May onwards, through to November. Which is agitating because when it’s been dark since October, feels like winter is just dragging
Cheer up @cabels daylight hours are galloping along by nearly 4 minutes a day at present - and the clocks go forward on the 25th.
Good website here with data on sunrise and sunset times. Also useful for travellers interested in the daylight hours they can expect at different locations.
yeah, desperately wanting someone to start a 'Happy Birthday Canters. Kisses xxx' thread on here so we can all send our birthday wishes to him and for him to say 'ah shucks guys, cant believed you remembered.' well im not doing it.
yeah, desperately wanting someone to start a 'Happy Birthday Canters. Kisses xxx' thread on here so we can all send our birthday wishes to him and for him to say 'ah shucks guys, cant believed you remembered.' well im not doing it.
When the bath isn't rinsed after the kids have a bubble bath, so when I have a shower in the morning it's a deathtrap. Nearly did the splits this morning
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As if the job is not already all-consuming, intense and stressful at the best of times, the last week has seen the adopter my wife was supporting tragically commit suicide, consuming her with un-justified guilt, she’s now been gone since 6am this morning and now at 11pm is still sat in a London police station waiting to sit in on a police interview of a child who has attacked the police and his own social worker today, when it’s not even her case and has missed a family birthday meal tonight in the process. Then she needs to drive back to Maidstone after all that.
Tomorrow she is off to Belmarsh to update a delightful character about his neglected child, where she will no doubt be abused as is the norm and then into a stressful court situation Friday to give evidence.
She’s paid relative pittance and there’s nothing I can do to help!!! And tomorrow I’ll have to listen to colleagues moaning about their job when they really don’t know how easy we have it in the great scheme of things!
Rant over.......you’d never guess Charlton lost lol.
Thankfully her current role with adoption is relatively stress free compared to the previous 7 years with looked after children.
And as you say they dont get paid enough to do this job, the cases get worked on and completed using quality peoples good will, on the flip side when her work has a positive outcome then she feels its all worthwhile.
When I listen to how some of her days went, there is no way I could tell her I've had a bad day, they just do not compare.
There are lots of people out there that are keeping our public services afloat through sheer goodwill and dedication.
Looking forward to having him home, yet for the last week the roads have been lovely and clear ... Tonight though its going to be hell thanks to a broken down Lorry on the QEII Bridge which has turned the M25 into a nightmare.
Swear my cat has orchestrated the whole thing, he's a crafty little bugger so wouldnt surprise me!!
Made worse by the fact it’s about 50 yards from my house so I feel like I’m so near, yet so far from home each time I get there.
Now he realises that’s he fallen down the pecking order, he’ll do as much as he can to disrupt your life.
Cats are like that!
Still, at least I've had an hour in the pub.
Good website here with data on sunrise and sunset times. Also useful for travellers interested in the daylight hours they can expect at different locations.
https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/london
Roland not having sold yet on my birthday.
Did I mention it was my birthday?
well im not doing it.