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Post by housesparrow on Jan 22, 2012 7:05:25 GMT
I popped into B & Q on Wednesday last week on my way back from somewhere. Wednesday, you may already know, is the day when holders of the store's Over 60s card can get a discount.
At the entrance was a staff member who greeted me with: "Hello! Have you remembered your diamond card?"
I said "yes thanks" and walked on. It was only after I'd got home that I gave this a moment's thought
If it happens again I shall feign great distress and tell her I'm only 54.
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Post by aubrey on Jan 22, 2012 11:40:29 GMT
I'll try to think of things that I wish I'd said: but I'll find it a lot easier to think of things that I wish I hadn't said.
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Post by bonbonlarue on Jan 22, 2012 16:38:10 GMT
There's lost of things I probably shouldn't have said...
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Post by everso on Jan 24, 2012 8:18:29 GMT
I wish I could think of witty things to say, especially in arguments, but I usually find myself at a loss and it's only afterwards when I'm on my own that I can find the right words.
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Post by aubrey on Feb 4, 2012 19:24:47 GMT
I was thinking of this yesterday.
I worked for a short time in a factory that made electrical motors. The manager was a Scottish man who had quite a broad accent at the best of times, who thought he didn't have to give women decent jobs as they were all married or would be soon, and who also had a thing against boys standing with their legs crossed. The weird bastard.
Anyway, I was on a production line one day, and I must have been standing with my legs crossed because he saw me and walked over and shouted at me in a very strong, incomprehensible accent a good two minuted. I was too shaken by thsi to say anything, but later I had fantasies of chucking the engine core I had beside me at him and walking out.
Later still, I realised that it would have been better to say, "Excuse me, I didn't catch a word of that. Could you repeat it, please?"
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chris & the giant peach
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Post by chris & the giant peach on Feb 4, 2012 19:54:24 GMT
I was thinking of this yesterday. I worked for a short time in a factory that made electrical motors. The manager was a Scottish man who had quite a broad accent at the best of times, who thought he didn't have to give women decent jobs as they were all married or would be soon, and who also had a thing against boys standing with their legs crossed. The weird bastard. Anyway, I was on a production line one day, and I must have been standing with my legs crossed because he saw me and walked over and shouted at me in a very strong, incomprehensible accent a good two minuted. I was too shaken by thsi to say anything, but later I had fantasies of chucking the engine core I had beside me at him and walking out. Later still, I realised that it would have been better to say, "Excuse me, I didn't catch a word of that. Could you repeat it, please?" Would that factory be a certain Universal Electrics on one of the industrial estates in Gainsborough Aubs? If so I knew two people who worked there and lasted a just a few days as they claimed the management was horrendous.
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Post by aubrey on Feb 4, 2012 21:22:36 GMT
ESB. It was up the hill somewhere - kind of near where Morrison's is now.
I don't remember the name of the Scottish bloke, but the personnel manager was Mr Baxter. He might have been a nice bloke away from work. (Actually, I have more sympathy for him now than I had then. But the pair of them had no idea about encouraging company loyalty: more like, encouraging sciving off, which seemed there to be one of the Lesser Works of Mercy. I also discovered there the notion of a toilet fag, smoked in the time you are allowed off for a piss: half glowing cone, half cigarette shaft. Very hot.)
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Post by chris & the giant peach on Feb 4, 2012 22:47:06 GMT
ESB. It was up the hill somewhere - kind of near where Morrison's is now. I don't remember the name of the Scottish bloke, but the personnel manager was Mr Baxter. He might have been a nice bloke away from work. (Actually, I have more sympathy for him now than I had then. But the pair of them had no idea about encouraging company loyalty: more like, encouraging sciving off, which seemed there to be one of the Lesser Works of Mercy. I also discovered there the notion of a toilet fag, smoked in the time you are allowed off for a piss: half glowing cone, half cigarette shaft. Very hot.) Yup..I think it's the same place Aubs. No-one appeared to stay there very long, it had a bad reputation...large turnover of employees. Hard to believe you once haunted my cobblestones Aubs. In a nice way of course. Pity we didn't know each other then. You'll have to return one day...
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Post by aubrey on Feb 5, 2012 12:26:47 GMT
I was around until November 1980. I have been back since, but only for a few hours at a time. I used to live in a house that was in the grounds of the girls' high school, overlooking the playing field.
People at ESB (I think I remember something now about its having changed its name: it's gone now though, hasn't it? I drove past the place with my mother a couple of years ago and it was empty) used to delight in getting another job and buggering off without giving any notice. One time the lamination shop had to shut for the day as everyone working there had gone to apply for a job at the pit.
There was an accident one day about the time I was there, and a bloke was taken to the hospital (not that badly hurt). Afterwards, Baxter was going about trying to find out when it had happened, so that the bloke's wages could be stopped from exactly the right time.
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