Good job you've got the iphone to report back in though....Originally Posted by daz h
anyway I'm with Flopsy, nowt wrong with Egyptian cotton in my book, you'll be telling us you've gone soft and opted for a duvet next.
Good job you've got the iphone to report back in though....
anyway I'm with Flopsy, nowt wrong with Egyptian cotton in my book, you'll be telling us you've gone soft and opted for a duvet next.
We are the opposite of each other then. My work hours (when doing the job) are ok as I work from home and regulate my own diary. Leave home after a sensible time for brekkie, back at lunch to do paperwork innthe aftrenoon or at least back by tea time. Never work evenings nor weekends. Travel lots but in paid company time to and from clients.
However, I drag myself out of bed to do a job I hate!
Combine both our worlds and we'd have the perfect work life balance!!!
Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Château de Chasselas, eh?
In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
A cup o' cold tea.
Without milk or sugar.
Or tea.
In a cracked cup, an' all.
Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".
Aye, 'e was right.
Aye, 'e was.
I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!
Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.
We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.
You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.
Cardboard box?
Aye.
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
You were lucky....
Hahaha
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Lower the average working week to 30 hours I say :-) If everyone did a 4 day week, we might even be as productive as we are now, as people would be more motivated and do the same work in 4 days as takes them 5 now!!! If you follow my drift lol Actually get them continual dole wallers to do the 5th days work for us to justify their benefits, and if they dont know the job they can spend the time getting trained up to do it in future!!
And all the research I have ever read indicates that, after a certain amount of income to cover basic needs, increases in income simply does not offer a significantly similar increase in happiness. We human beings tend to simply adapt to any pay/income rise and generally always want a bit more. From what I've read on happiness, it's often more about giving than recieving and valuing what we already have. Fundamentally the love of my family, my health and good friends mean so much more than making money.
Well, my experiment in change starts tomorrow morning. Hopefully farewell to always packed rucksack and 'case, never managing to actually turn up to planned events because work called and spending birthdays alone in hotel rooms.
But to make you all smile, it already looks like I'm sleeping in my new rather nice office (a window and everything) as the company has'nt quite booked the accommodation that was part of the deal -oops!
Now, how do I get a van?
I will be in Gloucester ll week running a job
Id be surprised if I will bother with the travel inn booking and just stay in the van all week. Lola just go and buy one
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