Lack of Ambition

When I left school, many year’s ago, wages for a 16 year old were shit.
I would have been lucky to earn more than £15 a week.

We are talking about a long time ago.

The thing to do was to sign up for casual, agency work.
You could work whenever you wanted to, and for me that was every day.
The rate of pay was much better and you were not tied down to any particular company.

Those were the days before health and safety were thought about.
No special licence was needed to drive a forklift so one day I may be working in a warehouse and the next doing a night shift loading delivery trucks.

There was work available every day and night, so if I didn’t particularly want to work in one place I would ask for somewhere else to go.

The agency sent me to a local steel drum factory once.
A guy showed me what to do.

My job was to shove a steam cleaning hose into the steel drums that came past on a conveyor belt.
The drums would then be flipped over so that whatever shit was inside would get cleaned out.

Not really rocket science.

The factory was noisy so nobody could be heard if they were talking or even shouting.

The next guy up the line to me would bash the top of the now clean steels drums to put them back into shape after they had expanded with the heat.

Every hour an alarm would sound and all worked stopped.
We were given a half pint of milk to drink as the work was so hot.

In one of those breaks I found out from the drum banger that he had been at the factory for over 20 years.
Doing the exact same job.

Over 20 fucking years standing in the same place, day in day out, hitting steel drums with a big mallet.

What sort of cunt would want to spend their entire working life hitting steel drums with a big hammer?

Turning up and going home at the same time every day.
The half pint of milk every hour, forever.
Waiting for his pay cheque every Friday.
His working life controlled by an alarm sounding.
Probably the same 2 week holiday to the same place every year.

Lunch time was also started with the alarm bell.
The entire workforce stopped and made their way to the huge canteen.

In the canteen there was a line of workers with their trays, queueing up for whatever was on offer.

Probably the same thing on the same day every week.

The thing that struck me was that although there were many dozens of people queueing up to eat, nobody spoke.
There was just the clatter of cutlery to break the silence.

The misery of working in the shit hole had completely destroyed those guys.

I put my tray back from where I got it.
I left the canteen and walked out of the factory and got the bus home.

Although asked, I never went back there again.

Nominated by The Artful Cunter.

If you can imagine the magnitude of the thick-as-pig shit stupidity of David Lammy, Dawn Butler, Diane Abbott , Joey Essex and Ant & Dec mixed together, it doesn’t begin to compare to the stupidity of this fucking daft twat, who is a Lib-Dem councillor, who claims to have been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, because of Brexit.

She has frequently lost her voice (probably a blessing in disguise considering she talks shit), been really ill, poor cow because she “regards herself as European before being British” and they have ripped away her “identity”.

However at the end of her fucking daft speech the real reason for her sadness comes through – she has a daughter who would like to work in Europe and she herself planned on retiring to Spain.

Oh dear, how sad, never mind. These remarks were made at the South Coast Autumn Pantomime – The Liberal Democrat Party Conference.

I think the silly fucker IS ill – she is fucking insane:

Daily Express.

Nominated by : W. C. Boggs

I love films, particularly from Hollywood’s ‘golden age’. But as the years have gone by I’ve become really pissed off with American studios in particular for the increasing use of product placement in films, a practise that has grown to be ubiquitous and incredibly brazen.

Product placement is nothing more than a marketing strategy whereby companies pay studios to position their products within films to gain exposure, thus persuading punters to identify with said products and hand over their cash to buy them.

It’s always annoying, but at least it’s tolerable when it’s fleeting, with a reference being integrated into the film’s narrative with some subtlety, thus avoiding a lot of incongruous disruption; WTF C.A.

However the problems really start when productions don’t tread lightly, and being greedy for advertiser dollars, dump placements onto the heads of the audience with a fork lift truck. No, for me what’s utterly offensive about product placement is when the studios’ disdain for audiences is such that they make no attempt at hiding it.

I could list dozens of examples, but here are three that I hate;

youtube uncharted

youtube Mac and Me

youtube Back to the future 2

Nominated by Ron Knee.

Ever had a workman visit your house to do a job on a Friday afternoon and he’s made you wish you’d never contacted his company in the first place? It’s amazing how many workers are affected by Friday Afternoon Syndrome. They’re ratty, impatient, unhelpful, they’ve had enough, the weekend can’t come soon enough and they really don’t want to be bothered.

First one I remember was the fella who came to install Sky tv. He was putting up the dish outside in the rain and I’d planned to make him a nice hot cuppa to make him feel a bit better, but when he came inside he made it clear he was in no mood for niceties. He should have had a sign hanging round his neck with ‘do not disturb’ written on it. I was sitting in my own living room and I hardly dared to speak. Of course when he got it all set up he didn’t want to explain how it worked. I said “Do you have written instructions?” He said “Yes in the van”. I said “Ok I’ll find out how to work it from that.” I think he realized at that point that I’d had enough of his attitude. I took the booklet and shut the door on him. Miserable twat.

I planned to have a wall of concrete panels erected at the back of my house and someone from a fencing company was coming round on the Friday to price the job up. I’d already got one quote of £250. He arrived and said “I’ve had a rotten day.” I said ” I’ve had days like that too.” He didn’t say another word to me. He looked at the area where I wanted the job done, for about five seconds, took a piece of paper out of his pocket, wrote something on it, handed it to me and walked off. He’d written £350. I wouldn’t have given him the job even if his quote had been competitive.

The doctor diagnosed sciatica and sent me to see a physiotherapist, who turned out to be a polite young man called Seb. He asked me questions like how long I’d had the pain, when did I see my GP etc. He then provided a length of latex which he tied in a knot at one end and showed me how to use it to do remedial exercises. So far so good. The next appointment was on a Friday afternoon and this time he was wearing a mask. When I told him there had been no improvement he seemed to lose patience with me, as though his exercises were supposed to be some kind of miracle cure. He started to fire questions at me in quick succession, the same ones I’d answered on my first visit. He then said “Have you done the exercises with a towel?” I said “No I’ve done them with the thing you gave me.” He said “You should have done them with a towel, it’s firmer.” I said “I don’t remember you telling me to use a towel.” He then accused me of being argumentative. I said “I’m not arguing with you, I’m telling you what I remember.” I asked him if he was the same therapist I’d seen before and he said yes. I thought well you could have fooled me. He asked if I wanted another appointment and I said no. I left the building and was so annoyed, I walked fifty yards up the street before I realized I’d left my car in the car park!

If I make appointments with anyone these days, I make sure they’re on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays or Thursdays.

to-done.com

Nominated by Allan.

People Working At The Forefront Of AI
… are cunts.

🤖

It`s been written about many times before, but it`s no longer science fiction.

Tech Target.

The Singularity
A `singularity` would be a technological situation where computer programs become so advanced that AI transcends human intelligence, potentially erasing the boundary between humanity and computers.

Why are the people working in these areas cunts? Well, because they literally have absolutely no idea where this is all going to end up. This is humanity inventing God: A self-learning neural network, a `super-brain`, if you will.

So, welcome to dystopia.

And unlike the perpetual MSM scaremongering for the ignorant proles like `climate change` or some mad twat pressing a nuclear button, this really is something we should all be afraid of.

Good night, and good luck.

Nominated by : Sam Beau