Jump to content

The grumpy thread


outlaw118

Recommended Posts

Not even joking, my nose started bleeding a couple of minutes after writing that ^^

 

I havent had a nose-bleed for decades. Talk about portents.....

 

well if this is the end - see you in another life, brothers. Its been great/shit** talking to you. [**delete as appropriate]

I feel fine atm. But if it makes you feel any better. I'm a much worse patient than you.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I think you can run into narrow minded individuals in a variety of professions anyway.

Yes. If i hear anything homophobic uttered by anyone at work I usually say

 

Don't knock it until you have tried it.

 

This probably confuses people because erm stupid.

 

Obviously every global corporation has a diversity and ethics policy but there is no test in the recruitment process for bigotry.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Job interview this morning.  That's not the 'grump' as such (although whoever decided that task-based interviews were a good idea can do one) but the grump is around my current employer.

 

Now, I love my current job.  It's rewarding, I work with fantastic people, I get good holidays and the work is mostly interesting.  The pay is, however, dreadful and I'm stuck in a dead-end.  Recently, I was vying to increase my role and my manager and I put together a great proposal.  Eventually (after about 4 months of waiting), it was turned down for reasons I still can't fully understand.  Then I find out that the head honcho is putting together another proposal (and, of course, unilaterally implementing it) along with a whole host of other things that cost a lot more than what I was proposing and require multiple thousands of Pounds worth of new equipment.  One of those particular initiatives crosses right over my specialism and I wasn't consulted or asked and I'm the only one who is qualified in that particular field.

 

Oh, and I've even proposed re-qualifying with them so I can do a different role.  Even though the training salary would be the same as what I'm on now, they've flat refused.  Instead, it would cost me something like £20,000 to do.  When there's a skills shortage in that area.

 

Went to senior management face-to-face on Monday to have a polite word and was basically brushed off, although at least the deputy was honest and candid.  This is a week after my manager (who is brilliant) had sent an email to the head honcho and had received nothing back at all.

 

So now I have an interview for a job that I want but would mean that I never go back to my current employer (notice falls into holiday) - which I would like to do.  The job I'm interviewing for pays a lot more, too.

 

Unfortunately, the people I work with on a day-to-day basis are fantastic and I would be very upset to leave them...

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Mmmm. ... Stay in a job which you like, with people you like but with shit pay and shitter senior management 

 

OR...

 

Get a job with more money but with people you don't know but could get to like and possibly management that might be shit.

 

It's a no brainer IMHO. 

 

Get the hell out of there!!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Guest Hooli

Its 2am and I am sitting here waiting for the sweet release of death - Seriously....God.....You and I both know I dont believe in you, but on the offchance I am wrong, just hurry the fuck up and kill me.

 

I am one of those annyoing twats who never gets ill....the odd sniffle, sometimes a dose of the runs if food doesnt agree, but when I do get ill, holy fuck do I cop it bad.

 

Sore throat that is agony when swallowing....its like deep-throating a handful of hacksaw blades. This has spread to sore neck and stuffy head, and while this is just about bearable during the day its hellish at night....I havent had more than about 10 minutes of continuous sleep since Tuesday...just a few snatched minutes of dozing here and there until I am awoken by coughing and pain. Weird side effects include excess saliva production so I smear dribble all over my face when lying down and have to constantly spit into a bucket on the floor like some fucking Alabama hick, and most bizarrely I seem to have developed an air-leak in my plumbing somewhere as I am ripping out the most disturbing, life-changing farts imaginable.  

 

I have been to Le Boots and bought all the medicines and have been chewing that shit like its tic-tacs but its doing fuck all.

 

Add in the heat...the fucking unbearable, savage, unremitting heat that is supposed to get even fucking hotter next week and here I am sitting butt-nekkid in front of the computer with a fan pointed at my nads, moaning to a bunch of imaginary people on an online forum about cars that is probably all just a delusion in my head.

 

It's probably no help at all but your posts about how shit your life is at times have such a brilliant turn of phrase they really do improve mine.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Mmmm. ... Stay in a job which you like, with people you like but with shit pay and shitter senior management 

 

OR...

 

Get a job with more money but with people you don't know but could get to like and possibly management that might be shit.

 

It's a no brainer IMHO. 

 

Get the hell out of there!!

 

 

Thing is, the management at my current place aren't that shit, they just don't really understand what we do.  We've only just got a new head honcho after 18 years of the previous one being there so it might just be down to 'transitional issues'.  I'm not the only one and I suspect that there might be a critical mass of others much more senior that will point a few things out to him.  That has happened before.  He doesn't have supreme executive authority.  There's a board above him that really like my department...

 

Truth of it is that I'm going to go to today's interview and see what it's like.  I meet most of the job description and I tend to interview well (apparently) so there's at least the possibility they'll offer it to me.  I applied because it was there as much as anything.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Why, after a month of solid sunshine and blue skies, has it decided to start bollocking it down like mad on the day I have to use the horror that is public transport and even possibly do some walking to go pick up a new car?

 

And the washing was on the line overnight and is soaked - it was bedsheets and the clothes horse is in my offfice so now I’m surrounded like I’ve tried to make the worlds biggest den.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Heat, no not the magazine, the all pervading, cloying, irrepressible heat.

 

Today I had a meet in that there London. Was fine, but then had to get to another one with not much margin in hand. And thanks to some kids playing football in the sidings at Barking, the District ad Circle lines were screwed. Guess which lines I needed?

 

So big rush to a cab. Couldn’t find one (In London, ffs) but after ten minutes of skulking around Cannon Street I found one.

 

“Sorry mate, not going West”

 

Next one

 

“Sorry mate, not had me breakfast”

 

And again

 

“Sorry mate, just had something through on the computer”

 

Eventually found a guy prepared to take me. Arrived at interview 15minutes late and have seriously never been so dishevelled in my life. Older black cabs are a shit place to be in the heat. Opening the windows merely allows hot air from trucks to blow in, it would probably have been more comfortable being a fry cook in a foundry.

 

Met chum for lunch. Air conditioned restaurant and the twat insisted on sitting outside. My head is red raw and heatstroke wasn’t far off.

 

And now at 4.45 I now have to generate enough work to make my employer think I have been working and not attending two interviews.

 

And my fan isn’t working. Gaaaahhhhh!!!!

Never known black cabs to be like that, you must look dodgy ;-)

 

I do use Uber / AddLee a lot more often than black cabs though!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The prick in the white van overtaking a lorry on a blind sweeping be d this morning as I was wafting around it doing 60... Nowt wrong with my brakes or tyres (in the dry at least)

 

Cock. Luckily the look of sheer horror on his face was a picture, almost wish I'd let him hit me...

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Job interview this morning.  That's not the 'grump' as such (although whoever decided that task-based interviews were a good idea can do one) but the grump is around my current employer.

 

Now, I love my current job.  It's rewarding, I work with fantastic people, I get good holidays and the work is mostly interesting.  The pay is, however, dreadful and I'm stuck in a dead-end.  Recently, I was vying to increase my role and my manager and I put together a great proposal.  Eventually (after about 4 months of waiting), it was turned down for reasons I still can't fully understand.  Then I find out that the head honcho is putting together another proposal (and, of course, unilaterally implementing it) along with a whole host of other things that cost a lot more than what I was proposing and require multiple thousands of Pounds worth of new equipment.  One of those particular initiatives crosses right over my specialism and I wasn't consulted or asked and I'm the only one who is qualified in that particular field.

 

Oh, and I've even proposed re-qualifying with them so I can do a different role.  Even though the training salary would be the same as what I'm on now, they've flat refused.  Instead, it would cost me something like £20,000 to do.  When there's a skills shortage in that area.

 

Went to senior management face-to-face on Monday to have a polite word and was basically brushed off, although at least the deputy was honest and candid.  This is a week after my manager (who is brilliant) had sent an email to the head honcho and had received nothing back at all.

 

So now I have an interview for a job that I want but would mean that I never go back to my current employer (notice falls into holiday) - which I would like to do.  The job I'm interviewing for pays a lot more, too.

 

Unfortunately, the people I work with on a day-to-day basis are fantastic and I would be very upset to leave them...

Time to move on. I had similar with an employer. Basically I was supervisor to a team of eight, five years at the company, reliable go to guy etc.

 

One day I had a temp allocated to me. He was hopeless, always late so I mentioned that it might be nice if he could try and get in for 9am as I am not comfortable signing him off as having done an 8 hour day when he hadn’t. His response was to say “you expect me to kill myself to get here when you are only paying me 18 grand?”

 

Not only was the attitude a shock, the realisation this shithouse was on more than me was a bigger shock so I approached HR about my pay. Only to be told that moving me up was too big a move in one year, it’s mid year and reviews won’t be done until April, there isn’t budget, it would put me to the next level in seniority which they can’t do blah blah blah.

 

So I got another job for six grand more and resigned. They were genuinely shocked I was leaving and all of a sudden a pay rise was available. Two grand. Then four grand. Then they would match what I was offered (but only if I agreed to no bonuses or pay rises for three years, fuck off). Then out of the blue I was offered ten grand, a promotion, and unlimited overtime if I wanted it. That was tempting but they had taken the piss too long and annoyed me. So off I went.

 

My last day was direct debit collection day. I was the only person who could process it despite strenuous efforts to get the rest of the team to learn. Because it involved some maths, common sense, and a late night, most of my team refused as it wasn’t their job. So instead of kicking off the DD at 5pm (it took hours back then) I went to the pub instead.

 

At 8pm I was lightly toasted and my boss popped in to ask why I wasn’t doing the DD. It seems nobody had told him I had left the company! So he ordered me back in to do it, which I said I wouldn’t do as firstly I was no longer an employee and secondly I didn’t have access to the building. So he gave me his pass and ordered me in. Again I said no as I was no longer an employee, breach of security and insurance would be invalid, etc. Plus the pay, I wasn’t going to be paid so no, not doing it.

 

I ended up doing it after he had liberated £500 cash from petty cash and his own bank account. It was that or have a thousand complaints the following day.

 

I tell you, don’t reconcile large numbers of small direct debit payments when half cut, it’s not easy!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Time to move on. I had similar with an employer. Basically I was supervisor to a team of eight, five years at the company, reliable go to guy etc.

 

One day I had a temp allocated to me. He was hopeless, always late so I mentioned that it might be nice if he could try and get in for 9am as I am not comfortable signing him off as having done an 8 hour day when he hadn’t. His response was to say “you expect me to kill myself to get here when you are only paying me 18 grand?”

 

Not only was the attitude a shock, the realisation this shithouse was on more than me was a bigger shock so I approached HR about my pay. Only to be told that moving me up was too big a move in one year, it’s mid year and reviews won’t be done until April, there isn’t budget, it would put me to the next level in seniority which they can’t do blah blah blah.

 

So I got another job for six grand more and resigned. They were genuinely shocked I was leaving and all of a sudden a pay rise was available. Two grand. Then four grand. Then they would match what I was offered (but only if I agreed to no bonuses or pay rises for three years, fuck off). Then out of the blue I was offered ten grand, a promotion, and unlimited overtime if I wanted it. That was tempting but they had taken the piss too long and annoyed me. So off I went.

 

My last day was direct debit collection day. I was the only person who could process it despite strenuous efforts to get the rest of the team to learn. Because it involved some maths, common sense, and a late night, most of my team refused as it wasn’t their job. So instead of kicking off the DD at 5pm (it took hours back then) I went to the pub instead.

 

At 8pm I was lightly toasted and my boss popped in to ask why I wasn’t doing the DD. It seems nobody had told him I had left the company! So he ordered me back in to do it, which I said I wouldn’t do as firstly I was no longer an employee and secondly I didn’t have access to the building. So he gave me his pass and ordered me in. Again I said no as I was no longer an employee, breach of security and insurance would be invalid, etc. Plus the pay, I wasn’t going to be paid so no, not doing it.

 

I ended up doing it after he had liberated £500 cash from petty cash and his own bank account. It was that or have a thousand complaints the following day.

 

I tell you, don’t reconcile large numbers of small direct debit payments when half cut, it’s not easy!

I wonder if he ever got to know why you had resigned or if HR just made something up?

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Parky - well done fella! You reminded me of the colleague I had at a recent client. He'd been there for over a decade as a freelance - knew the place inside out and only automated scripting guy until I showed up. I'd seen the complexity of the system in the interview stage and it meant the rate was re-negotiated...... 

After going unpaid for several months - agency hadn't received anything, I know the guy as a football friend and he showed me proof of chasing - I walked off...... On one of my rants B asked me how much I was getting as he had been palmed off with no raises for ages. I was on 18% a day more and when he asked HR if they paid anyone more than his rate, they denied any such possibility and lied to his face - he was not a happy bunny. They turned him down again until I walked and he was solo...... he then point blank held them to ransom for being absolute lying pricks. 

It isn't a nice situation to find yourself in...... 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

It's been 31° here today.

For reasons I'm still not sure of I decided to briefly be the highest person in Leicestershire and climb a massive hill.

 

bcc8941e0b611b8ee137640bdc3827a9.jpg

 

To be fair I started at 9am but then I got carried away exploring at the top and trying to work out what I could see and it was getting properly hot. Masses of flies, I'm hardly svelte so I was sweating out of previously unknown orifices too

 

But then it rained. It rained for about 30 seconds which did bugger all for the state of the grass, I mean straw everywhere. But it did make it incredibly humid, plus I had to nip out and cover over some gardening tools I'd left out so now I'm sat in a hot house, in a damp t-shirt, with the humidity levels approaching "40 fathoms below".

 

I've been meaning to go up there since I spotted it from Beacon Hill one day and looked it up when I got home.  Where did you park? (plan for this weekend hatching).

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Time to move on. I had similar with an employer. Basically I was supervisor to a team of eight, five years at the company, reliable go to guy etc.

 

<snip>

 

I ended up doing it after he had liberated £500 cash from petty cash and his own bank account. It was that or have a thousand complaints the following day.

 

I tell you, don’t reconcile large numbers of small direct debit payments when half cut, it’s not easy!

 

What a shame I can only like this once.

 

Top work!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I parked off Greenhill Estate... Cant remember the road name, it's a little cul-de-sac next to Kenmore Crescent. Just left it on the side of the road outside some houses.

 

There's a footpath that runs south, does a sidestep to the east, then south right up the hill. You go up, follow it around through a gate until it looks like the footpath wants you to go back down the other side. Don't. Turn right and you walk past the masts, you can either squeeze down the side of the mast cage to look over towards Ibstock or go straight on and it bends around to the left to go to the trig point and views over the quarry.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The last company I was at before shipping out to Bulgaria had been trying to get agency staff in to work but none seemed to last more than a week or 2 before not turning in

Whilst on holiday (in BG housing hunting!) I had an email from an agency I'd used in the past,where they offered me work at my current employer....doing my actual job,for nearly £2 an hour more....

Once I'd got back to work and made a beeline for the managers office,he found me 1st and explained how the owners had literally decided to give the whole workforce a good payrise to try stop more people leaving.

Us welders got £3 and hour more,along with a change to the working hours to give us either an early finish on a Friday,or 4 hours overtime...

Owner could easily afford it as he was turning up in a new Ferrari,McLaren or Disco 4 every couple of months..

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I wonder if he ever got to know why you had resigned or if HR just made something up?

No, I told him. Simply that if you want me to run the team and take responsibility for some pretty major issues, don’t go paying useless temps four grand a year more than me and then take the piss when I justifiably ask for a rise in line with experience and responsibility. If a rise had been forthcoming without bullshit I would still be there probably.

 

What was funny was the whole “oooh but that means commuting to London, the costs will be more than the extra money you make so it’s pointless”. Apparently earning six grand more is more than offset than the £2000 train ticket. Last employer wasn’t very good with numbers. Considering I paid £1000 a year for parking anyway the train fare wasn’t an issue. Either way I worked less hours for a better employer, had more fun and still had an extra £300 in my monthly take home pay.

 

Plus I now mingled with people from all over the place. No longer did I spend Friday night in Brentwood with people from the local area. Now it was all about the West End with all the international delights that brings. Hence Kiwi wife

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I wish I had your balls, Parky.

 

Interview went ok.  I talked a lot about management processes and having clear procedures to avoid any technical mishaps.  I acknowledged that I might not be the most experienced for the role but tried to turn it around talking about learning quickly in my current role for the parts I was less familiar with.  They said they'll call back early next week as they're interviewing all day.

 

I suspect I won't get it - which is fine - and there'll be people that are more familiar with some parts of the job that are likely to get the job.  That's fine.  I can't complain.  It is what it is and I gave the best account of myself that I could.  No regrets.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

I officially fscking hate selling cars.

 

Yes you bloody ...can't even think of a suitable insult...I really wanted to hang around outside in the direct sunlight when it's 29.5C for 45 minutes while you go over the car with an electron microscope, for you to laugh in my face at the suggested price and offer me £350.  The asking price in the window is £3500.

 

It's a long time since I last slammed the front door in someone's face.

 

Seriously...Anyone want a Lada?  £2500 would probably get it at this point (me losing probably more than that!), as I'm losing the will to live dealing with time wasters.  I honestly reckon that with a couple of afternoons tidying stuff up you'd have the best example in the country that's not strictly a show car.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Hey guys, wanna see something fucking horrific? 

 

I will mask it because there are some sensitive types on here...

 

 

post-17837-0-46244800-1532694559_thumb.jpg

 

 

Driving along and this six inch blood-slug came out my nostril. it was the consistency of very overcooked pasta with a slimy coating of blood on the outside. Fucking weirdest sensation...it felt like it was attached directly to the back of my eyeball.

 

 

So...uh....is this good or bad?

 

 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
×
×
  • Create New...