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Post by lisa on Oct 13, 2008 6:10:06 GMT -5
Being called Liza. L I S A - no zed. None. Nil zeddio. So dont fucking pronounce it with one.
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Post by Lester Piggott on Oct 13, 2008 7:17:18 GMT -5
You think that's bad, I get FRAZIER. From people I've worked with for 5 years. When they're replying to E Mails I've sent them which have the correct spelling of my name in at least 2 places!! Now that REALLY rips my knitting PS - It's Fraser!!
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Post by lisa on Oct 13, 2008 8:12:21 GMT -5
Rips your knitting? ;D I love that! I appreciate your pain, however my knitting is ripped that little bit harder because mine isnt even pronounced with a zed-like noise. Yours is. Maybe you've been spelling it wrong all these years
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Post by Lester Piggott on Oct 13, 2008 10:32:47 GMT -5
Ah but you see my name is pronounced the way it's spelled FRASER. When they spell it Frazier that's actually pronoucned Frashier (like the TV programme). There's no "sh" in my name!!
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Post by sweezely on Oct 14, 2008 0:39:04 GMT -5
You could come here and they'd call you "Fulēja".
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Post by Lester Piggott on Oct 14, 2008 3:09:54 GMT -5
You could come here and they'd call you "Fulēja". I thought that was in Iraq
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Post by oneofthethree on Oct 14, 2008 19:01:26 GMT -5
Rips your knitting? ;D I love that! I appreciate your pain, however my knitting is ripped that little bit harder because mine isnt even pronounced with a zed-like noise. Yours is. Maybe you've been spelling it wrong all these years your admittance is going to lead to it being used more
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Post by lisa on Oct 15, 2008 2:08:36 GMT -5
Rips your knitting? ;D I love that! I appreciate your pain, however my knitting is ripped that little bit harder because mine isnt even pronounced with a zed-like noise. Yours is. Maybe you've been spelling it wrong all these years your admittance is going to lead to it being used more Git I suppose I do call you David Brown Forever.
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Post by chris815 on Oct 15, 2008 12:33:19 GMT -5
YouTube and this copyright identification scheme of theirs allowing people to claim videos as theirs and make money by placing adverts next to my videos.... Least UMG / YouTube no longer remove videos they class as copyrighted. Come Home, GAWI and Fred Astaire - would have had my whole account deleted in the old days...
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Post by oneofthethree on Oct 15, 2008 12:47:12 GMT -5
your admittance is going to lead to it being used more Git I suppose I do call you David Brown Forever. Dave Brown Forever please
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Post by Tribec on Oct 15, 2008 17:05:02 GMT -5
I guess Dave would hate anyone suggesting that Swinton was part of Salford...... However I think we all know that.
What I hate personally, and it's me personally. The snotty parking attendants that councils seem to be employing these days. They have no power to give tickets to anything other than parking over time limits or no passes. They won't ticket illegal parking such as on sleeping policemen. I'm sorry, but that's a huge problem around some places locally. When asked they say it's a traffic offence and not for them. Bloody good for nothing job's worths, they can stick the ticket machines up there back side, before I pay one of there fines.
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Post by lisa on Oct 16, 2008 5:14:24 GMT -5
Git I suppose I do call you David Brown Forever. Dave Brown Forever please No no, wasnt it Dave Brown and Colin someone Forever?
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Post by barkill on Oct 20, 2008 6:07:03 GMT -5
Having an apparently incurable trapped nerve in my shoulder...
Medication with side effects that come true...
Commuting by train...
IT Security Officers motivated solely by the need to cover their own arses...
"Drop of milk in my coffee please" being interpreted as "pour half a pint of the stuff" into my ridiculously expensive coffee...
Ridiculously expensive coffee (Starbucks, Costa, Nero, Philpotts..)...
Price of car insurance for my eldest...
I could go on. Happy Monday everybody!
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Post by lisa on Oct 20, 2008 6:15:09 GMT -5
Heheheh, my Monday is not too bad actually. Tuesdays usually 'rip my knitting'. But: Cat's jumping on curtains to catch a fly, resulting in the whole curtain-related fitting being ripped out of a wall, meaning a quick 'shit it's 3.30 and they close at 4' Sunday dash to B&Q My mum not letting me buy that nice axe that I saw in B&Q (no real need, but it looked like it would slice through bon oe like a hot knife through butter Wet cobbled leaf-covered streets Operations Manager's meetings which drag on, skipping over quite important subjects like policies and building security and spending twenty minutes on whether or not to sign fucking birthday cards Having my room booking overridden by clients: fucking clients. Still, it's nearly lunchtime, there's a med veg panini with my name on and a packet of the fags that need denting. Wooo! Halfway point! (not strictly true but the sentiment pleases me). ;D (ooh, wrong thread) I mean
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Post by goldmother on Oct 20, 2008 12:25:56 GMT -5
Today I hate the wind.
Apparently a windy day sends kids wappy, (apparently the same happens with cats which may explain the curtain track Lisa?) and when they're already a bit nuts anyway it means they go really, really wappy.
I was back in the PRU today, it hasn't broken me yet but they were certainly quite exhausting today. And not even in a funny way, just incessantly irritating "for the twentieth time X please don't swing from the ceiling, and don't call sir a fat cunt..."
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