I'm currently in the habit of saving. I try not to spend money most of the time, unless I really need something. Spending money of stuff I just want leads to little feelings of guilt because I was brought up pretty anti-consumerist. Anyway, to get the money I have, I work. I work Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. Saturdays are the worst days to work.
A little thing about working at an ice rink is that people believe you are being paid to skate. Therefore it's an easy job. Ha! You see very little of what we have to do! Now, this post isn't going to be complaining about the tasks I ahev to do at work. I like my work. I enjoy it. Even when it's a bit difficult and you're pushed for time, because then the feeling of elation at having managed something is just that little bit stronger. No, I'm complaining (sorry) about the customers. Here goes.
Dear customers,
The ice rink opens at ten on a Saturday morning. However, the site is open and up and running all the time. Please check our opening times. Please don't get angry at having dragged your kids down to get here at nine thirty. We're not letting you in. You can't browse and so we see no reason why you should be allowed on the premises before we open.
Secondly, no hats on the ice. This means you shouldn't have one on your head. By all means, bring one, but as soon as you're skating (or trying to) please take it off. Now, you ALWAYS ask me why. Always. Have you ever seen someone trip over a hat on the ice? No? Think of it as if you were running and you put your foot in something sticky. What happens? You pitch over straight onto your face. The other thing is, because one foot is stuck in this figurative sticky thing, your head is on the end of a pivot. The bad end. The fast end. In short, your hat, when it accidentally comes off your head while you're skating (or trying to), is a dangerous weapon. Have you ever seen how much a head wound bleeds?No? We have. We have also seen how nasty it is when we, the stewards, have to go out onto the ice and scrape off the frozen blood with our skates. N'ice. As in, not nice.
Don't give me your bullshit about your hat protecting your head. All a hat will do when you fall is soak up the blood. Have fun cleaning it out. It's a hat, not a helmet.
Thirdly, the reason we ask you not to wear long coats and scarves is so you can't take out a small child (or an adult). Or get strangled. Or strangle someone else. Your clothing should be warm but not pose a danger to other customers.
Fourthly, don't treat us as if we're stupid because we appear to work somewhere where qualifications aren't needed. I assure you, we can (and most likely will) argue back, but we choose not to because we like our jobs. Sunday morning a guy told me I get paid to piss people off because I told him to take his hat off. Then he fell on his ass really, really hard. The look of pain on his face made my self-control worth it. Don't be dicks. We're all pretty damn well educated, thanks.
Fifthly (it's a damn word), on a Saturday, there are about 600 of you using our facility. When we ask you to do something for your own safety, please do it. You outnumber us about 60-1. We can't help you unless you listen.
There are bins every seven metres on average. They are not for display. They are for you to put your unwanted stuff in. Especially socks. I loathe picking up socks. I also loathe picking up tissues off the ice. If you must vlow your nose, do it off ice. Stood next to a bin. And then, get in the bin.
Finally, in the cafe there is a bin right next to the sugar, milk and stirrers. DON'T LEAVE YOUR DAMNED STUFF ON THE SIDE SO WE HAVE TO WIPE IT EVERY FIVE MINUTES. Don't leave all your stuff on the tables either. It means we have twice as much cleaning to do as is really necessary.
Many thanks, workers at the ice rink.
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Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Saturday, 26 November 2011
Mind your Ps and Qs (please. Thank you.)
As a teenager, and a Briton, I feel people who do not know me often stereotype me. Everybody becomes aware of certain labels they have placed upon them. We often, unfortunately, are then treated accordingly. This leads to something of a self-sulfilling prophecy in some cases- where a person is labelled as something and through interactions with others they change to fit their label.
For the sake of this post, being a teenager is something a great majority of the humans on this planet endure. So I'm using that as the basis for my next argument, which is (in England at least) STOP being moody and thinking you have to say intelligent things all the time. STOP expecting people to always help you. But mainly, please please PLEASE stop forgetting to use your manners.
I know we are in a recession, okay? I know you have exams. I know you're unhappy because your dog's ill, or your grandmother passed away, or you've run out of foundation. I know that life could probably be going better, and I know that sometimes there are moments when you think it'd be great to just sleep until all the problems have gone away. Whether you're having trouble at school, at home, or at work, it still constitutes very little effort to use manners.
I have been brought up to hold doors for people. Don't misunderstand this as chivalry- I just do it. I do it for you. I do it for the people on the other side of the door, the guy who looks like he needs to be somewhere fast, the teachers who carry countless boxes and files everywhere. At work I do it for the customers. There's nothing like investing a little good into the day. I enjoy my job.
What I don't, however, enjoy, is when I do this sort of thing and people don't say thank you. Sometimes, people don't even acknowledge my presence. I'm not a ghost! I'm not a doorstop! I have just given a little time and energy to make you feel better. Please thank me for it. If at this point any readers are saying or thinking, "yeah, but you only do it for yourself", of course I do. That's what we all do. That's the only reason people do good things- to make themselves feel good, or better, about who they are. To relieve guilt. I was an AWFUL child, and I mean that, truly I do. I was terrible. Nowadays I try to be as friendly and docile as possible. I use manners. I say thank you. I say please. Not in that order.
I don't understand two things in this situation: one, why don't people say thank you for these little gestures? And two, why is this now acceptable? There should be a universal level of respect for everyone. But only for the right reasons. If you're older than me, it doesn't give me any cause to respect you. I respect you because you've been here longer- it's not about age, it's about experience in the field, in life. I respect my coworkers, because I know that people don't appreciate even the most menial jobs can mean endless hours of tiring work. When did it become okay to expect other people to open the door for you? When did it become okay to completely ignore your waiter or waitress at dinner? When did it become okay to talk down to people because they know less than you or because they've done wrong things in the past? Derogatory behaviour rips us apart. Friends turn against friends. Families fail to communicate.
A few little rules we should all use:
* Obey the rules of the road, people! They're there for a reason.
* Don't interrupt people while they're talking unless it's important. Really important.
* Help where you can.
* Don't assume people have or haven't done things. If you assume someone is guilty, you may well be treating an innocent man wrongly. If you assume someone is lazy, check they're not doing their work elsewhere.
* Try to genuinely understand the situation others are in.
* Say please, say thank you.
* Appreciate people for doing their jobs!
* Say please and thank you some more.
* Be chivalrous.
* Be helpful.
* Jealousy is fine, just don't voice it.
* Talking about one person to another is a quick way to lose friends and/or gain a reputation as a gossip. Sharing secrets is not condoned.
* NEVER use technology while at the dinner table. It should be about the people there, and the food.
* Chew. with. your. mouth. closed.
* Don't speak with your mouth full.
* Don't laugh at others for not being able to do something just because you find it easy. They are probably better than you at something else.
* Don't lie to get others into trouble. If you mess up, you should take the blame.
Happy reading, folks!
For the sake of this post, being a teenager is something a great majority of the humans on this planet endure. So I'm using that as the basis for my next argument, which is (in England at least) STOP being moody and thinking you have to say intelligent things all the time. STOP expecting people to always help you. But mainly, please please PLEASE stop forgetting to use your manners.
I know we are in a recession, okay? I know you have exams. I know you're unhappy because your dog's ill, or your grandmother passed away, or you've run out of foundation. I know that life could probably be going better, and I know that sometimes there are moments when you think it'd be great to just sleep until all the problems have gone away. Whether you're having trouble at school, at home, or at work, it still constitutes very little effort to use manners.
I have been brought up to hold doors for people. Don't misunderstand this as chivalry- I just do it. I do it for you. I do it for the people on the other side of the door, the guy who looks like he needs to be somewhere fast, the teachers who carry countless boxes and files everywhere. At work I do it for the customers. There's nothing like investing a little good into the day. I enjoy my job.
What I don't, however, enjoy, is when I do this sort of thing and people don't say thank you. Sometimes, people don't even acknowledge my presence. I'm not a ghost! I'm not a doorstop! I have just given a little time and energy to make you feel better. Please thank me for it. If at this point any readers are saying or thinking, "yeah, but you only do it for yourself", of course I do. That's what we all do. That's the only reason people do good things- to make themselves feel good, or better, about who they are. To relieve guilt. I was an AWFUL child, and I mean that, truly I do. I was terrible. Nowadays I try to be as friendly and docile as possible. I use manners. I say thank you. I say please. Not in that order.
I don't understand two things in this situation: one, why don't people say thank you for these little gestures? And two, why is this now acceptable? There should be a universal level of respect for everyone. But only for the right reasons. If you're older than me, it doesn't give me any cause to respect you. I respect you because you've been here longer- it's not about age, it's about experience in the field, in life. I respect my coworkers, because I know that people don't appreciate even the most menial jobs can mean endless hours of tiring work. When did it become okay to expect other people to open the door for you? When did it become okay to completely ignore your waiter or waitress at dinner? When did it become okay to talk down to people because they know less than you or because they've done wrong things in the past? Derogatory behaviour rips us apart. Friends turn against friends. Families fail to communicate.
A few little rules we should all use:
* Obey the rules of the road, people! They're there for a reason.
* Don't interrupt people while they're talking unless it's important. Really important.
* Help where you can.
* Don't assume people have or haven't done things. If you assume someone is guilty, you may well be treating an innocent man wrongly. If you assume someone is lazy, check they're not doing their work elsewhere.
* Try to genuinely understand the situation others are in.
* Say please, say thank you.
* Appreciate people for doing their jobs!
* Say please and thank you some more.
* Be chivalrous.
* Be helpful.
* Jealousy is fine, just don't voice it.
* Talking about one person to another is a quick way to lose friends and/or gain a reputation as a gossip. Sharing secrets is not condoned.
* NEVER use technology while at the dinner table. It should be about the people there, and the food.
* Chew. with. your. mouth. closed.
* Don't speak with your mouth full.
* Don't laugh at others for not being able to do something just because you find it easy. They are probably better than you at something else.
* Don't lie to get others into trouble. If you mess up, you should take the blame.
Happy reading, folks!
Thursday, 3 November 2011
No woman, no b***h
We've all met that one girl. She looks nice enough. She comes to class. Or not. Most women/girls/female humans live an existence that, for lack of a better phrase, is multi-faceted. We have a lot to deal with. So do men. But men, men are different. They sort things out. They eat different stuff (I have a couple of mates,and by a couple I mean at least five, who seem to live off chocolate and crisps and other foods with similar properties). They wear different clothes. They act differently. The biggest difference? Most men aren't bitches.
Now, quite clearly, these are stereotypes. They have to be. If they're not, things get boring. Besides, there are a lot of bitches out there, and like I said, girls are multi-faceted. The more facets you have (figuratively speaking), the more possible reasons there are behind why you're awful.
Here we have it: the Six Bitches. (These are the most prolific)
Academic bitch
Let's be clear here, I'm not talking about the new teacher who's completely at the mercy of other teachers. No, this is the girl who does really, really well in your year, but has no real redeeming qualities. She'll only be pretending to congratulate you on your results. She's asked you like she's asked everyone else- and for one reason. To make sure she's done better (and you know it). "Aw, do you need some help? I already understand it/I got it already/I learnt this years ago. Here, let me show you." I'd rather not learn it, thanks.
Middle-class bitch
The one girl you like, until you realise she's focused on one thing and one thign only- establishing to others how uppercut she is. Activities include talking about how much opportunity she has, how lucky she is, and how unfortunate the lower classes are. Yes, they are, but moaning about it does nothing. Actions, not words. Actions, though, are something this bitch expects to be done for her.
Rich bitch
Oh yeah, look at all her money, and her things, and her poor-little-rich-girl problems. She has it all, but she has nothing, she has everything you want (and/or need), and yet, and yet... She isn't greatful. The kind of girl who doesn't respect her belongings at all. "Oh, my phone broke! Guess I'll get another." We bet you will.
Work bitch
she might be your boss. She might work in a different department. She might even be your subordinate. The point is, this one's an...un-keeper, if you like. GO AWAY, work bitches. All you do is moan all day about how much you hate your job. Asking every for the time every five minutes signals only one thing: you feel you have somewhere better to be and something better to do. Save it. It's annoying. If the job gets in the way that much, just quit!
Pseudopseudobitch
The bitch who makes bitchy comments, before pretending they're jokes. "Just kidding!" "Aw, you know I don't mean it." "You love it really." I love you not being here, that's what I love. Often these girls start out as friends and then seem to do some form of decomposition to become what is essentially a pseudopseudobitch- a girl who pretends to "pretend". We'd like to more than pretend to see the back of the likes of you.
The dumb bitch
Oh, this is probably the worst. But also the easiest to shred. These girls are the ones who overhear your conversation before openly proclaiming that to know so much "you must totally have, like, no life. Lol!" Ah, dumb bitches. You will not amount to much. Go run, I'm sure there's a bin or something waiting for you. Just because someone is bright doesn't mean they have no social life (careful ladies, not to turn into academic bitches here. You do have a right to defend yourselves, just not too much).
Now, quite clearly, these are stereotypes. They have to be. If they're not, things get boring. Besides, there are a lot of bitches out there, and like I said, girls are multi-faceted. The more facets you have (figuratively speaking), the more possible reasons there are behind why you're awful.
Here we have it: the Six Bitches. (These are the most prolific)
Academic bitch
Let's be clear here, I'm not talking about the new teacher who's completely at the mercy of other teachers. No, this is the girl who does really, really well in your year, but has no real redeeming qualities. She'll only be pretending to congratulate you on your results. She's asked you like she's asked everyone else- and for one reason. To make sure she's done better (and you know it). "Aw, do you need some help? I already understand it/I got it already/I learnt this years ago. Here, let me show you." I'd rather not learn it, thanks.
Middle-class bitch
The one girl you like, until you realise she's focused on one thing and one thign only- establishing to others how uppercut she is. Activities include talking about how much opportunity she has, how lucky she is, and how unfortunate the lower classes are. Yes, they are, but moaning about it does nothing. Actions, not words. Actions, though, are something this bitch expects to be done for her.
Rich bitch
Oh yeah, look at all her money, and her things, and her poor-little-rich-girl problems. She has it all, but she has nothing, she has everything you want (and/or need), and yet, and yet... She isn't greatful. The kind of girl who doesn't respect her belongings at all. "Oh, my phone broke! Guess I'll get another." We bet you will.
Work bitch
she might be your boss. She might work in a different department. She might even be your subordinate. The point is, this one's an...un-keeper, if you like. GO AWAY, work bitches. All you do is moan all day about how much you hate your job. Asking every for the time every five minutes signals only one thing: you feel you have somewhere better to be and something better to do. Save it. It's annoying. If the job gets in the way that much, just quit!
Pseudopseudobitch
The bitch who makes bitchy comments, before pretending they're jokes. "Just kidding!" "Aw, you know I don't mean it." "You love it really." I love you not being here, that's what I love. Often these girls start out as friends and then seem to do some form of decomposition to become what is essentially a pseudopseudobitch- a girl who pretends to "pretend". We'd like to more than pretend to see the back of the likes of you.
The dumb bitch
Oh, this is probably the worst. But also the easiest to shred. These girls are the ones who overhear your conversation before openly proclaiming that to know so much "you must totally have, like, no life. Lol!" Ah, dumb bitches. You will not amount to much. Go run, I'm sure there's a bin or something waiting for you. Just because someone is bright doesn't mean they have no social life (careful ladies, not to turn into academic bitches here. You do have a right to defend yourselves, just not too much).
Sunday, 16 October 2011
teeny tiny terrors (should grow the hell up)
So recently I've been going up to main school to talk to some of the teachers there (various endeavours require student-teacher conversations, it's unfortunate). Anyway, I've heard tiny tiny children (the year sevens, they'd be cute if they weren't so vicious and rude) yelling all manner of insults at each other. What is this? Why do young people not know how to argue properly any more? It's truly ridiculous, nobody ever seems to sit down and calmly talk through anything, instead it's all yelling and throwinf various things- insults, punches, chairs, and so on.
This miniscule scrap of a kid the other day yelled the words "Oi, get off me bruv, you gayboy!" I fail to see why being gay is a bad thing, something to be used as an insult, and as for all this "bruv" business, you merely sound like you can't pronounce the word broth properly. Year sevens, in short, are idiots. Anybody who can run into me at top speed (not that fast, they only have short legs, remember) and bounce off my chiseled abs (ha!) without so much as a sorry... Deserves to be shot. In the kneecaps. Hopefully with some sort of gun that sports exploding bullets, or something.
So yes, a note to the year sevens: Go away. You are deceptively small, fast, and apart from being completely cuturally unaware ("What you doing man?! That's so gay! Oi battyboy! Fuck you!"), you are ruining our precious language. You are also required to not get in the goddamn way. I have to say please more than twice and your name goes in the black book, you little bastards. I don't care that your mummy thinks you're special. Learn something. Read a book, "y'all". If you can't read, then it's no problem, not for me anyway, because then you can't read my insults. Har har har. LEARN TO READ. Learn some respect. Then, keep to yourselves. Wow.
happy reading folks!
This miniscule scrap of a kid the other day yelled the words "Oi, get off me bruv, you gayboy!" I fail to see why being gay is a bad thing, something to be used as an insult, and as for all this "bruv" business, you merely sound like you can't pronounce the word broth properly. Year sevens, in short, are idiots. Anybody who can run into me at top speed (not that fast, they only have short legs, remember) and bounce off my chiseled abs (ha!) without so much as a sorry... Deserves to be shot. In the kneecaps. Hopefully with some sort of gun that sports exploding bullets, or something.
So yes, a note to the year sevens: Go away. You are deceptively small, fast, and apart from being completely cuturally unaware ("What you doing man?! That's so gay! Oi battyboy! Fuck you!"), you are ruining our precious language. You are also required to not get in the goddamn way. I have to say please more than twice and your name goes in the black book, you little bastards. I don't care that your mummy thinks you're special. Learn something. Read a book, "y'all". If you can't read, then it's no problem, not for me anyway, because then you can't read my insults. Har har har. LEARN TO READ. Learn some respect. Then, keep to yourselves. Wow.
happy reading folks!
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Crime statistics are sexist...
In Sociology we are into a new topic: Gender and Crime. Here, we will be discussing why in 2000 (yes, the statistics are that out of date) 80% of recorded indictable crimes were committed by men. We will also be discussing why more girls aged 15-25 commit crimes than girls/women of any other age.
I think it's fair to say that, as there are an almost equal number of males and females the world over (yes, I'm generalising. Yes, I'm only taking humans into account. Yes, I'm only talking about those who are alive), the chances are less than 4/5 of all bad crime is committed by men. Women tend to look innocent, therefore rerducing their chances of being convicted with an offence. Plus, psychologically speaking, I'm sure women get mad about stuff just as much as men do. Stereotyping a bit here, but I reckon while men are yelling at TV screens the world over, women are pissed because they didn't get that last sandwich quite perfect. Could this drive them to murder? Probably. Could this drive them to GBH? Probably. Crime stats seem to be a bit sexist... Judges and juries bias the results at thier discretion (within reason, but still). Just because a man is heavy-built, with a lot of muscle or a "hardened" face, it doesn't mean he's any more capable of a dnagerous act than his five-foot tall, slim, gentle-looking wife. Or his friends. Or his parents.
My point is, women can be evil too. Everyone can do bad things if you put them in the right situation, regardless of who they are as a person. Some people, even if they try to avoid trouble at all costs, do not succeed in that endeavour. I think this needs to be realised; that we are sometimes dangerous, and not in a joking way. I've been wondering about this. If you try and annoy a woman and a man of the same temperament in the same way, which one snaps first? Well, this depends on a number of factors- stress, PMT, the kids (haha, I have none!). Work life. School life. Thug life (whichI hear can be a little bit violent at times). What am I trying to say? I guess it's the argument that you shouldn't bit e the hand that feeds you. Or the hand that irons your clothes. Or the hand that cooks your meals/ remembers birthdays and important events/ cleans the house.
There's a joke I can use to illustrate stereotyping and pseudo-unfairness. "Why shouldn't you chain a woman into the kitchen? Because then she can't clean the rest of the house."
And one for the strange sex culture we seem to have nowadays. "If a key opens many [different] locks, then it is a Master Key. But if a lock is opened by many [different] keys, then it is a bad lock."
Women and men should be treated equally- not in a feminist way, in a fair way. If a girl hits (even jokingly) one of my mates, is it fair that they don't hit her back? No. Give her a taste of her own medicine, and show her that it is bitter. It's so stupid to let people off all the time! What are you doing if you let people make snide comments, if you let them take advantage? Unless you tell them what you think, they just keep doing it. Tell people what you really think. Do it eloquently. Speak up and tell 'em to shove off, or something. Never, ever do anything for free. If it's not going to help you (even good deeds are sometimes done to make you feel better) then why take it upon yourself to do it? Doing thigns for no reward is a chore. A boring chore. Like cleaning a building site right before the builders begin.
Message for all of you: males! Please take it upon yourselves to be responsible for your own actions. Females! The same goes for you!
Oh yes. Another thing. Stop acting like you're stupid if you're not. If I hear one more girl do that horrible, obviously fake laugh I will go insane. Dear posers, chavs, try-hards, liars and oompa loompa girls. You're not hot. You're not cool. You don't have a temperature. How does it feel?
there's one paragraph in this that kind of makes sense. The rest is... Well, I find it funny but it is a serious subject. No hating on me. http://www.pointsincase.com/columns/nick/12-3-06.htm
Happy reading, folks!
I think it's fair to say that, as there are an almost equal number of males and females the world over (yes, I'm generalising. Yes, I'm only taking humans into account. Yes, I'm only talking about those who are alive), the chances are less than 4/5 of all bad crime is committed by men. Women tend to look innocent, therefore rerducing their chances of being convicted with an offence. Plus, psychologically speaking, I'm sure women get mad about stuff just as much as men do. Stereotyping a bit here, but I reckon while men are yelling at TV screens the world over, women are pissed because they didn't get that last sandwich quite perfect. Could this drive them to murder? Probably. Could this drive them to GBH? Probably. Crime stats seem to be a bit sexist... Judges and juries bias the results at thier discretion (within reason, but still). Just because a man is heavy-built, with a lot of muscle or a "hardened" face, it doesn't mean he's any more capable of a dnagerous act than his five-foot tall, slim, gentle-looking wife. Or his friends. Or his parents.
My point is, women can be evil too. Everyone can do bad things if you put them in the right situation, regardless of who they are as a person. Some people, even if they try to avoid trouble at all costs, do not succeed in that endeavour. I think this needs to be realised; that we are sometimes dangerous, and not in a joking way. I've been wondering about this. If you try and annoy a woman and a man of the same temperament in the same way, which one snaps first? Well, this depends on a number of factors- stress, PMT, the kids (haha, I have none!). Work life. School life. Thug life (which
There's a joke I can use to illustrate stereotyping and pseudo-unfairness. "Why shouldn't you chain a woman into the kitchen? Because then she can't clean the rest of the house."
And one for the strange sex culture we seem to have nowadays. "If a key opens many [different] locks, then it is a Master Key. But if a lock is opened by many [different] keys, then it is a bad lock."
Women and men should be treated equally- not in a feminist way, in a fair way. If a girl hits (even jokingly) one of my mates, is it fair that they don't hit her back? No. Give her a taste of her own medicine, and show her that it is bitter. It's so stupid to let people off all the time! What are you doing if you let people make snide comments, if you let them take advantage? Unless you tell them what you think, they just keep doing it. Tell people what you really think. Do it eloquently. Speak up and tell 'em to shove off, or something. Never, ever do anything for free. If it's not going to help you (even good deeds are sometimes done to make you feel better) then why take it upon yourself to do it? Doing thigns for no reward is a chore. A boring chore. Like cleaning a building site right before the builders begin.
Message for all of you: males! Please take it upon yourselves to be responsible for your own actions. Females! The same goes for you!
Oh yes. Another thing. Stop acting like you're stupid if you're not. If I hear one more girl do that horrible, obviously fake laugh I will go insane. Dear posers, chavs, try-hards, liars and oompa loompa girls. You're not hot. You're not cool. You don't have a temperature. How does it feel?
there's one paragraph in this that kind of makes sense. The rest is... Well, I find it funny but it is a serious subject. No hating on me. http://www.pointsincase.com/columns/nick/12-3-06.htm
Happy reading, folks!
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
"How was your day?"
Being seventeen, I'm getting to that point where I look back at younger versions of myself and think, "Why did I do that? Why did I say that? What made me think like that?". I was very different two years ago to the way I am now. This is a strange feeling. It produces almost an alienated nostalgia, because I know it's my thoughts and actions I'm looking back on, but I don't understand them.
I've decided to write a book. I doubt it'll be hugely long, but it seems an interesting and fun thing to do. I'm entitling it, "How was your day?" because it's one of those questions that lots and lots of people ask, when in truth they really don't care a lto of the time. It's a cursory thing, like a nod or glance in the direction of someone you don't particularly like, but have to get on with for whatever reason.
Today I went to visit my cousin. She is much older than me, I think about forty or so. No, she's older than forty. She has three children, two of which are aged eight and ten, and one who is in her twenties. The one in her twenties has just had a baby (twelve weeks ago); it's a lovely baby, a boy called Alfie. He likes to stand up on people's laps, with help. I met him for the first time today, and fed him and changed him. He's a lovely baby, quite agreeable if you keep him entertained. He's chunking out at the moment.
Anyway, after having met baby Alfie, I went to the cousin's house. The younger children still live with her. They don't get on at all; they were fighting, yelling, and every time they got blamed for something, they'd burst into tears. They had no respect for their parents. This is difficult for me to watch. At one point, the ten year old was doing homework, and the eight year old came and broke it ( a paper chain with various words on, it was quite a clever exercise). Sam is the eight year old, Jessie is ten. Jessie yelled at Sam, understandably, but he just kept going. Eventually, in front of his father, I yelled at him. I tell you, it really gets the adrenaline going when you realise you're yelling at someone else's child in frant of that person. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. I think my words were something like, "Sam, I am nothing to do with your parents and I know that, but you can't go about ruining Jessie's work. It's nothing to do with you whatsoever. It's not your class, it's not your work, it's not your subject. Leave it alone."
Good job on my part? I think so. Jessie got her homework finished, Sam was told off again for trying to ruin it, (he did this twice) they both threw stuff and broke stuff, and cried. They are ten and eight. I agree with their father. I wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer either. They need to be separated, preferably by miles and miles, for a large number of years. Until they both grow up to the point where they can handle themselves, because right now, I'm not going back to that house again. For a long time.
So, I was being driven home by the family (all four of them arguing around me). I had this urge to speak up and say, "You know what? This is bullshit. This is bloody ridiculous. Why are you letting your children fight like this all the time? This is five-year old stuff. They're not growing up, they have no manners (If you've ever seen a child shew with his mouth open while talking, let the food fall out of his mouth, look down, laugh, pick it up and eat it again then you can begin to understand). Just be more firm."
I know it's difficult, parenting and all, but people need to put in more effort. Face it- if you want children, you're going to be quite poor. You'll not have a lot of free time. You'll always have to be there.
Both my parents work full-time jobs. They're not together. I barely see either of them. We don't really talk all that much. Please, if you're going to have children, spend time with them. I am so lonely at home, if I have a problem I never get to talk to my mum about it because she's not here. When she is here, there are others here too. I always try to ask her, "How was your day?"... The easiest way to make conversation with someone is to get them to talk about themself. The point I'm trying to make is, mum, I love you, but I'm fucking tired of being so far down your list of priorities.
I've decided to write a book. I doubt it'll be hugely long, but it seems an interesting and fun thing to do. I'm entitling it, "How was your day?" because it's one of those questions that lots and lots of people ask, when in truth they really don't care a lto of the time. It's a cursory thing, like a nod or glance in the direction of someone you don't particularly like, but have to get on with for whatever reason.
Today I went to visit my cousin. She is much older than me, I think about forty or so. No, she's older than forty. She has three children, two of which are aged eight and ten, and one who is in her twenties. The one in her twenties has just had a baby (twelve weeks ago); it's a lovely baby, a boy called Alfie. He likes to stand up on people's laps, with help. I met him for the first time today, and fed him and changed him. He's a lovely baby, quite agreeable if you keep him entertained. He's chunking out at the moment.
Anyway, after having met baby Alfie, I went to the cousin's house. The younger children still live with her. They don't get on at all; they were fighting, yelling, and every time they got blamed for something, they'd burst into tears. They had no respect for their parents. This is difficult for me to watch. At one point, the ten year old was doing homework, and the eight year old came and broke it ( a paper chain with various words on, it was quite a clever exercise). Sam is the eight year old, Jessie is ten. Jessie yelled at Sam, understandably, but he just kept going. Eventually, in front of his father, I yelled at him. I tell you, it really gets the adrenaline going when you realise you're yelling at someone else's child in frant of that person. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. I think my words were something like, "Sam, I am nothing to do with your parents and I know that, but you can't go about ruining Jessie's work. It's nothing to do with you whatsoever. It's not your class, it's not your work, it's not your subject. Leave it alone."
Good job on my part? I think so. Jessie got her homework finished, Sam was told off again for trying to ruin it, (he did this twice) they both threw stuff and broke stuff, and cried. They are ten and eight. I agree with their father. I wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer either. They need to be separated, preferably by miles and miles, for a large number of years. Until they both grow up to the point where they can handle themselves, because right now, I'm not going back to that house again. For a long time.
So, I was being driven home by the family (all four of them arguing around me). I had this urge to speak up and say, "You know what? This is bullshit. This is bloody ridiculous. Why are you letting your children fight like this all the time? This is five-year old stuff. They're not growing up, they have no manners (If you've ever seen a child shew with his mouth open while talking, let the food fall out of his mouth, look down, laugh, pick it up and eat it again then you can begin to understand). Just be more firm."
I know it's difficult, parenting and all, but people need to put in more effort. Face it- if you want children, you're going to be quite poor. You'll not have a lot of free time. You'll always have to be there.
Both my parents work full-time jobs. They're not together. I barely see either of them. We don't really talk all that much. Please, if you're going to have children, spend time with them. I am so lonely at home, if I have a problem I never get to talk to my mum about it because she's not here. When she is here, there are others here too. I always try to ask her, "How was your day?"... The easiest way to make conversation with someone is to get them to talk about themself. The point I'm trying to make is, mum, I love you, but I'm fucking tired of being so far down your list of priorities.
Friday, 30 September 2011
Good things, bad things.
Today wasn't too bad. I haven't really done much (despite having been in school for six hours, even teachers can't draw upon their deeply buried reserves of productivity on a Friday). I went out for a cycle; something I haven't done for a long time. I think I might start training properly again; it's pretty fun to see how fit you can get if you set yourself a goal.
So, open day tomorrow! Good thing. I'm looking forward to it. This one's at UWE, in Bristol (the city I live in), so not far to go to see the campus, and I'll feel a bit more at home than I did on some of the other open days I've been to (cough, cough, Edge Hill). The day starts at ten, so I plan to get up early, eat breakfast out, and then go and see the uni. I hear it's pretty good for Law; we shall see.
Point one about today.
I was walking home, as you do, and there was this girl behind me. I think she must have been on her way to paralysis, or death, or something...Perhaps she was bitten by a snake? Had she broken an ankle? Was she suffering from such muscular atrophy that it caused her to walk weird? Of course not. But STILL those feet, those feet I wanted so badly to turn around and stamp on, they were scraping against the ground as if she had one of the above afflictions. People, listen to me very carefully. If you are scraping your feet against the ground when you walk, either go see a doctor or CUT IT THE HELL OUT. It is annoying. It is frustrating. It is unnecessary. You see those weird bits halfway down your legs? They're called knees. Use them. Please. For the love of God. Walk properly, you absolute dolts.
Second point.
To quote Chris Addison (funny guy, youtube him), "you could be my soulmate, you and I could share everything and have endless meaningful conversations, [etc, etc,] but if you're wearing Ugg boots, you can fuck right off". This is true. They are called Uggs because they're ugly. They look awful. They make you look awful. Shoes should either have structure or be flip flops. Not be dead animal mush that has a foot-shaped hole in it. Thank you.
Third point.
Girls. Leggings are meant for wearing with either short shorts or skirts. You can't wear them on their own. We can see your VPL (visible panty line). They make you look highly unattractive. Unless you are participating in some kind of sport which calls for both flexibility and warmth (ice skating or some kind of messed up Antarctic gymnastics, perhaps), then you look like a douche. Especially when coupled with that weird way of standing that you do where you put almost all your weight on one leg. This doesn't make you look cool; quite the opposite. You look like some sort of idiotic flamingo that hasn't quite worked out how to pull its leg all the way up, OR just like one of your legs isn't in fully functioning order. But back to the leggings; either take 'em off and give guys the good view and not essentially a pirate copy, or wear somethng over them so it doesn't look like you've forgotten a piece of lower-body fabric that really should be there. Cheers.
I think that's my rant over for today. Apologies. Well, no, actually, no apologies. If you fall into one of the above categories, sort it out, because it makes you a twat of epic proportions.
Happy reading, folks!
So, open day tomorrow! Good thing. I'm looking forward to it. This one's at UWE, in Bristol (the city I live in), so not far to go to see the campus, and I'll feel a bit more at home than I did on some of the other open days I've been to (cough, cough, Edge Hill). The day starts at ten, so I plan to get up early, eat breakfast out, and then go and see the uni. I hear it's pretty good for Law; we shall see.
Point one about today.
I was walking home, as you do, and there was this girl behind me. I think she must have been on her way to paralysis, or death, or something...Perhaps she was bitten by a snake? Had she broken an ankle? Was she suffering from such muscular atrophy that it caused her to walk weird? Of course not. But STILL those feet, those feet I wanted so badly to turn around and stamp on, they were scraping against the ground as if she had one of the above afflictions. People, listen to me very carefully. If you are scraping your feet against the ground when you walk, either go see a doctor or CUT IT THE HELL OUT. It is annoying. It is frustrating. It is unnecessary. You see those weird bits halfway down your legs? They're called knees. Use them. Please. For the love of God. Walk properly, you absolute dolts.
Second point.
To quote Chris Addison (funny guy, youtube him), "you could be my soulmate, you and I could share everything and have endless meaningful conversations, [etc, etc,] but if you're wearing Ugg boots, you can fuck right off". This is true. They are called Uggs because they're ugly. They look awful. They make you look awful. Shoes should either have structure or be flip flops. Not be dead animal mush that has a foot-shaped hole in it. Thank you.
Third point.
Girls. Leggings are meant for wearing with either short shorts or skirts. You can't wear them on their own. We can see your VPL (visible panty line). They make you look highly unattractive. Unless you are participating in some kind of sport which calls for both flexibility and warmth (ice skating or some kind of messed up Antarctic gymnastics, perhaps), then you look like a douche. Especially when coupled with that weird way of standing that you do where you put almost all your weight on one leg. This doesn't make you look cool; quite the opposite. You look like some sort of idiotic flamingo that hasn't quite worked out how to pull its leg all the way up, OR just like one of your legs isn't in fully functioning order. But back to the leggings; either take 'em off and give guys the good view and not essentially a pirate copy, or wear somethng over them so it doesn't look like you've forgotten a piece of lower-body fabric that really should be there. Cheers.
I think that's my rant over for today. Apologies. Well, no, actually, no apologies. If you fall into one of the above categories, sort it out, because it makes you a twat of epic proportions.
Happy reading, folks!
Saturday, 10 October 2009
The month of bad news
October has always been the month of bad news in our family, And I think that that's maybe the way it's going to stay. Hopefully things won't get so bad as us not getting the house, or Joe getting ill again, even though I think that may have been in September... It was, I'm sure.
Yes, so, to prove that October is a bad month, I have three examples. Four.
1) We got robbed in October
2) My grandfather died in October- two days before his 75th birthday.
3) My mother got a rather horrible illness in October called H-Pylori, nasty nasty.
4) Joe scares me this October with the prospect of very damaging illnesses being in/with him.
also, 5) because my mother missed an entire day of work this October, and that was just after she'd started a new job, and the new job is really taking its toll.
Yes, so, to prove that October is a bad month, I have three examples. Four.
1) We got robbed in October
2) My grandfather died in October- two days before his 75th birthday.
3) My mother got a rather horrible illness in October called H-Pylori, nasty nasty.
4) Joe scares me this October with the prospect of very damaging illnesses being in/with him.
also, 5) because my mother missed an entire day of work this October, and that was just after she'd started a new job, and the new job is really taking its toll.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Comment Moderation...
heh heh. I need to vent. Hey folks.
DAMN DMITRYS for being strange!
DAMMIT JOE you aren't well enough to go to school! *ack ack-swine flu*
DAMN YOU TIVVY! you're being weird, still!
I think that's it. LIES! DAMN homework for making my life a living hell. almost.
DAMN DMITRYS for being strange!
DAMMIT JOE you aren't well enough to go to school! *ack ack-swine flu*
DAMN YOU TIVVY! you're being weird, still!
I think that's it. LIES! DAMN homework for making my life a living hell. almost.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
What the hell!
So, it's been a really weird couple of weeks. Two consecutively bad weekends equal one very unhappy Vicky. Joe has SWINE FLU. Tivvy is being silly. Ross is being silly with Tivvy. I haven't seen Kit or David in ages which results in severe loss of wq- weirdness quotient. However, getting geek points from Pikle and having awesome chats with Aggie. Dim's still being a prick. Lovely.
Gotta go, I have like five hours of Child Development left to do now, and it's already seven at night. Bye. See you soon, hopefully when I'm in a better mood!
Pardon the rant.
Swine flu! For flip's sake. School's gonna be boring now, compared at least to what it was.
Gotta go, I have like five hours of Child Development left to do now, and it's already seven at night. Bye. See you soon, hopefully when I'm in a better mood!
Pardon the rant.
Swine flu! For flip's sake. School's gonna be boring now, compared at least to what it was.
Friday, 4 September 2009
something to get straight...
I'm making this informative, hopefully witty, and an intriguing read. I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it... and hopefully, you'll enter the COMPETITION IN THE THIRD BLOG and see if you can win the chocolate bar! I'm hopefully not going to rant on about anything unless I'm totally mad, so there should be a nice variation in what the blogs include. :)
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