Recruiting staff is a cunt and it has got worse over the past few years.

Whenever I have a vacancy to fill I advertise the job description and stipulate CV’s ONLY.

That’s the first challenge for the candidate.
Can they follow simple instructions?

In most cases the answer is no.

Along with a CV they just can’t help asking questions.
And the questions are often astonishing.

Could you tell me how many weeks paid holiday I get?
Do I still get paid for being off sick?
Can I work from home?
Can I work from 10 until 2 as I have kids at school?

The actual content of the CV’s is unimportant to me.
They usually contain the same shit.

‘I am a great communicator’
‘I am a people person’
‘I work well alone and also as part of a team’
‘I am looking to expand my boundaries’
‘I want new challenges’

It’s all nonsense and shows no imagination.

On many occasions the candidate will send a CV where the grammar and spelling is appalling.Demonstrating their laziness by not using a spell checker.

I had one from someone that lived in ‘Engerland’.

People send me their generic CV’s.
I have had them from people that are ‘passionate about logistics’ and one from someone who ‘wanted to forge a career in the pet food industry’.

My company has nothing to do with logistics (deliveries? ) or pet food, but that doesn’t matter to these cretins. They don’t have the intelligence to adapt their CV’s for the job advertised.

I had a CV which was completely illegible as it was written in at least 20 different fonts in lots of bright colours. The cunt wanted to redesign my website.

One fucking idiot refused to send me his CV until I told him all about the job on offer.
He said that his CV contained personal information that he didn’t want to share.

One memorable CV was 6 pages long and listed every job that the cunt had ever had.
Many of the jobs he was in for just a month or two.

CV’s are important to me as an employer. But I am more interested in how they are presented rather than what is written in them.

It’s as if none of these cunts want a job and they will be the first to complain when their applications are ignored.

Nominated by: The Artful Cunter

These MMC arseholes were invited to attend the Remembrance ceremony at the IWM and ended the silence with a rap against Churchill, which has been described as a vile attack on Churchill and a rant about race.

The full story is in the link, effing disgrace. The plug should have been pulled as soon as these ignorant woke cunts started their bullshit.

Daily Mail News Link

Apparently the IWM staff were also shocked, but shouldn’t they have checked out this group of cunts before even allowing them across the doors?

Who are the bigger cunts? My fellow cunters, over to you…

Nominated by: mystic maven

Yesterday I went for a long walk, and my route happened to take me past a large, very desirable residence, the kind that you probably don’t get much change out of three quarters of a mill from these days.

I was interested to see a huge homemade poster in an upstairs window which read ‘LEAVE THE OIL IN THE GROUND! RENEWABLES ARE HOPE!’. The irony of having a huge fuck off Range Rover and a VW saloon parked up on the front drive seems to have entirely escaped the owners.

Anyway, there it was again, that word. ‘HOPE’. I’ve gone on before about words that become so overused that in effect they become meaninglass; ‘executive’ and ‘luxury’ spring to mind. I fear that ‘hope’ and its corollary ‘hate’ are going the same way.

What makes this a cunt however is that these words aren’t just being devalued, they’re being hijacked. They’re being politicised and weaponised by groups and organisations with a particular viewpoint or agenda to push. If you endorse the view, you’re right thinking and progressive, you’re endorsing ‘hope’. Disagree, and you’re asking to be labelled a reactionary, far right or what-have-you, so by definition you’re a ‘hater’, and a candidate for that most dreaded of all forms of ostracisation, *gulp* cancellation.

This hijacking of words seems to be happening a lot lately, mostly by the SJW and wokerati types as far as I can see. Voice an opinion contrary to the prevailing orthodoxy, and you run the risk of being called out for ‘hate crime’. They’ll probably throw in a few choice epithets as well, you know, fascist, xenophobe, transphobe, and so on. This has proved to be a very powerful way of closing down discussion without actually engaging in it.

This appropriation is likely to continue, and I fear that it will only grow the longer that it goes unchallenged. I really hope that doesn’t happen. I’d hate it.

As an example … Sky News Link

Nominated by: Ron Knee

Macron Menopausal Frenzy

Little cunt has thrown his toys out of the pram yet again just because our Captain Chaos dared to post online his/HMG’s suggestions re the Refugee Crisis currently landing up on our fair shores.

As far as I can see nothing outrageous in content but Macron puffs up with Froggie bile shooting out of every orifice declaring that La Belle Frogland will not negotiate on social media at the same time pulling a scheduled face to face meeting with Johnson and Patel. Another classic example of Frog logic.

Factor in the gallic weirdness and self destruction over the Oz submarine deal – ambassadors withdrawn, not on speaking terms with “oldest ally” the US ect ect and something emerges beyond the customary Foggie negotiating tactics of bully sulk and whinge. Having long experience as an old married man me old cunt sniffer detects the winds of change.

Where once it savoured the familiar monthly whiff of rotting fish there is now the acrid pong of ammonia drifting across our Channel. After years of bad periods and bad faith towards the UK paranoid old cunt Macron is now surely undergoing the menopause – hot flushes, irrational rages, pussy like a sewer and out of the blue insatiable demands for sex with a desert dry pussy.

Been there and it still hurts.

Wee suggestioni in the spirit of this post Monsewer. A little HRT and KY Jelly might help you to restore the old Entente Cordial.

Daily Mail News Link

Nominated by: Sir Limply Stoke