Miserable little man...
Things I don't like....
Use of the phrase, "going forward." Shut the fuck up with that. It makes me want to push the envelope all over your bloody face
Taxi drivers who give you a running commentary and choices. Offering me 3 different routes home isn't helping. I really don't care, just fucking pick one. Also pointing out other drivers "mistakes", like being in front of you, is just tedious. Knock it the fuck off.
People who fail to share the full details of conferences that they invite me to. You know, little details like how many days the event is running for. I was under the misguided belief that it was a one night stay when in fact it was two. This is something to consider, going forward.
Rain after weeks of sunny weather. It feels like freaking November.
Things I do like...
People who run conferences that dish out bottles of 400th Anniversary Bottles of Bushmills Whiskey. Nice work fella. Ebay? I think so.
People who fail to share the full details of conferences that they invite me to. You know, little details like how many days the event is running for. Thus getting me out of having to go to a freaking beach, in the rain, for a team building exercise. Can you imagine the horror?
My house. My bed. My sausage rolls. My mac. My ass groove.
It's good to be home.....
Use of the phrase, "going forward." Shut the fuck up with that. It makes me want to push the envelope all over your bloody face
Taxi drivers who give you a running commentary and choices. Offering me 3 different routes home isn't helping. I really don't care, just fucking pick one. Also pointing out other drivers "mistakes", like being in front of you, is just tedious. Knock it the fuck off.
People who fail to share the full details of conferences that they invite me to. You know, little details like how many days the event is running for. I was under the misguided belief that it was a one night stay when in fact it was two. This is something to consider, going forward.
Rain after weeks of sunny weather. It feels like freaking November.
Things I do like...
People who run conferences that dish out bottles of 400th Anniversary Bottles of Bushmills Whiskey. Nice work fella. Ebay? I think so.
People who fail to share the full details of conferences that they invite me to. You know, little details like how many days the event is running for. Thus getting me out of having to go to a freaking beach, in the rain, for a team building exercise. Can you imagine the horror?
My house. My bed. My sausage rolls. My mac. My ass groove.
It's good to be home.....
