The Great Global Warming Swindle
March 8, 2007 at 11:33 pm | In TV | 4 Comments
Just watched the above named documentary on Channel 4.
Brilliant!
Co2 emmisions, greenhouse effects and the murder of Mother Earth … So its aw a load of shite eh?!
That tickles me.
Coldplays next albums probably up the swanney! … fingers crossed.
Thats them … probably wondering whit the fuck to witter on about now – ye cannae squeeze ten songs from a commitment to Fair Trade alone eh Chris?!
All they tree huggers will be pissed off the night …
Whit next? … Smokings good for you?
Or is it just a conspiracy to defeat what may well be a conspiracy.
Counter Conspiracy Theories!!!
Magic!
Ahm feelin dizzy fae it aw!!!
Ma Blogs Buggered!
March 8, 2007 at 10:28 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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Welcome To The Working Week
March 8, 2007 at 7:03 pm | In Work | 2 Comments
“I know it dont thrill you … I hope it wont kill you” … sang someone sometime.
Its time for a serious wee bit of contemplation at this point in BawBags journey through life.
Do I work to live?
or
Do I live to work?
Ive been gettin into a wee bit of strife at ma work lately. Its the reason I aint been blogging over the last few days – Ive been pissing the management off and Ive found the whole experience quite enervating … getting back to bawbag towers after a shift, sittin down on the sofa and just feeling hollow – like there is no marrow in ma bones – thats no a life eh?
Its no through tiredness or fatigue either … eventhough my sleep problems have alarmingly returned over the last couple of weeks.
Its these arguments Ive been having with the cunts who own the restaurant.
Get this …
No that long ago I was studying my contract of employment and I came across a wee bit about the EU Working Time Directive. That one where they say that nobody has to work more than 48hrs a week if they dont want to. It stated that by signing and accepting the contract, you are also signing OUT of any protection that the directive gives. And if you want to sign back into the directive you need to inform the company by writing to them 3 months in advance.
3 fucking months! … Hows that work then?!
Why am I wondering about it now I hear you ask?
Surely BawBags must know that the catering professions are notorious for long hours!
Aye! I do!
Bawbags loves being a chef – Its brought me a chance to travel and work in different countries, it allowed me to have great times, meet true characters and forge good friendships.
I cannae knock it.
Ahm just sick of workin 60 odd hours a week.
In the past I have relished it. Pure magic it was in some of the kitchens Ive worked – the team spirit, the craic under pressure, wee bit of pride in there aswell no denying it. Long hours didnt come intae it. Infact to tell you the truth, there are times I used to think that I wouldnt wanna be anywhere else other than work.
No anymore.
Ive been told that theyve got expansion plans at work … it all boils down tae one thing though … more hours and more responsibilty for me.
Will ah get a pay rise and get all ma overtime paid? …. doubt it.
Thats why Ive told them Im putting in a letter to say Im only working 48hrs a week …
And thats why theyre shitting themselves and have asked me to attend a meeting on Monday.
It might be the old envelope with the P45.
Or it might be theyve actually listened to me and decided to employ more staff.
Either way … theyre aw a bunch o bastards …
It turns out that 3 months is the VERY LONGEST they could make that sign out last … any longer theyd be breaking the law.
They wouldnt give a fuck if you were dying on your feet … youd still have to wait 3 months to have the 48 hr week come into effect.
And youd probably have died by then.
Useful Article No. 5
March 8, 2007 at 4:27 pm | In Useful Articles | Leave a Comment
The Sopranos.
Its back on Channel 4 the noo.
I dont entertain fantasies about being a gangster. The thought of living like that is not an attractive one.
Apart from the good food.
But every time its on the tele it completely absorbs me.
Magic
Peachy
March 8, 2007 at 4:04 pm | In Bawbags Health | Leave a Comment
My face has been restored to its original condition for two days now.
Thank Christ!
I truly thought that was it for me – a life of creams, potions and alarmed expressions from strangers.
But no! … Back to my gorgeous self once again.
Hh!
Its made me helluva conscious about ma appearance though.
As I said in a previous post I never use to bother looking in mirrors – Its me! BawBags! Take me as I am! – But not any more.
Without any effort on my behalf I have managed to stay looking fresh and youthful … always being mistaken for 23 or 24 when in actual fact Im 30 … Ive almost taken that for granted – but not now.
I have been checking in the mirror over the last week, keeping an eye on how well the medication that the doctor prescribed was working on my face rot.
It was doing wonders … each time I looked there would be signs of healing … first the neck and forhehead reparing … then the scales on my eyelids and round my lips flaking off … then, behind my ears, the burning sensation was dying down …
Brilliant! I thought … in a couple of days those tiny wee lines at the corner of my eyes will go too.
Theyre still there.
They were there before.
I had just never really noticed.
Shite! … Whit next? – Sagging of face? Receding of hair? Spreading of middle?
Nature is a cruel, cruel beast ahm tellin ye!
Lifes a bitch … then eventually your pubes go grey.
Great eh!
Its aw doonhill now fir me now … Poor BawBags.
Diddums!
Ach its aw shite! … Ah dinna care really!!!
I was practicin ma boddy poppin dance moves in the shower this morning, mixin in a wee bit o robotics too.
Nature will never take me alive ahm tellin ye!
Its good to be back.
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