I'm surprised it's so low.
Actually, no I'm not.
I'm surprised it's so low.
Actually, no I'm not.
I'm a retired Brit living in the middle of the Welsh Marches, 10 miles from the nearest town. There is no public transport. Having a car is vital out here and I dread the day my 13-year-old Tiguan gives up the ghost.
We also have mice, thanks to our Puss who keeps bringing them in to play. Actually, I think we're currently mouse-free after I ejected yesterday's offering.
I suppose it could be a criticism of the quality of the work: i.e. you finish it quickly but it's half-arsed because you were too lazy to take the time to do it properly.
My first thought too!
Fuxk off, Randy. (Sorry buddy.)
Sounds like a plan! We've engaged in some Swedish death cleaning (döstädning) to reduce the amount of clutter for the child to sort out when we go. Originally, we wanted to be planted in a pod under a tree, but such cemeteries are quite rare in the UK so it looks like it'll be a standard cremation. Talking of which, we've also picked our death songs for the service.
It could hit my portfolio? What portfolio?
The day's work turning up in the morning post and there being no chance of further work appearing afterwards. The days working in an office before email and PCs were wonderful.
That was indeed the joke!
I haven't used a urinal since the '90s. Take the weight off your feet, avoid splash-back and fully drain your bladder to mitigate post-wee leakage by using a cubicle. And as a bonus, you'll never have to worry about shy bladder syndrome.