
Your Mom doesn't work here
Clean up after yourselves! Damn kids anyway.
Shortages at hipster hangout WeWork have left its occupants without their afternoon brews after an "ongoing UK/Ireland-wide mug deficit" was announced. A coffee pot used to brew tea Milk IN the teapot: Innovation or abomination? READ MORE The workspace outfit, which has proliferated all over the show since it kicked off in …
Best solution I encountered for the lack of responsibility with cleaning dishes was to make it a managerial responsibility. As in, the manager goes and cleans it up after break and lunch.
Turns out people actually clean their shit up if they know someone senior might have to decrustify their mug.
Turns out people actually clean their shit up if they know someone senior might have to decrustify their mug.
Speak for yourself, sir. If I knew my bosses were on mug duty, I'd be regularly crimping off a length of brown cable into my coffee mug as soon as I'd had my caffeine fix.
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BE AFRAID EL REG
Their Vegan Fascism extends to controlling what food vans park next to the office here in WeWork Paddington. Meat Wagons strictly Verboten!
Needless to say once thriving van spots now have tumbleweeds rolling around them. Fortunately most of them only decamped as far as Paddington Basin. Visa's and Voda's gain.
Withnail:
Right you fucker - I'm going to do the washing up!
I:
No no you can't. It's impossible I swear it. I've looked into it.
Listen to me, listen to me. There are things in there, there's a
tea-bag growing. You haven't slept in sixty hours you're in no state
to tackle it. Wait 'till the morning we'll go in together.
Withnail:
This is the morning. Stand aside!
Unless you use a locking snare.... in which case they will be very bloody until their (probably withered) heart gives out and the blood clots around the brass wire - fun fact: brass wire is sold in hardware stores in Sweden but not in Norway, very difficult to get hold of in an emergency!
Brass because it deforms easily to make the snare in the first place, not quite as easily as copper but the tensile strength is higher so less chance of the prey breaking free (whick, in UK at least, would make it an illegal snare if it could break away from it's tether and remain around the animal) also, it doesn't become brittle like steel wire. Locking snares are illegal in UK but are still used as they (can) prevent distress to the prey if the snares are not checked daily or if they are visited by other predators before they are checked & cleared. The locking part of the snare requires a wire that will deform easily so steel is out, as is copper for Hare, Fox etc.
I have seen snares used for Elk in some Scandanavian areas, not very common but can be more productive than tracking and shooting in winter. For Elk you absolutely would have to use a locking snare as they can be nasty bastards when caught....
Is why I have a faded pacman mug, usually crusty enough enough to need the coating chipped off.
Tends to mean it stays where I put it (in 4 years I've not had it borrowed yet).
Now tea spoons... That's a different matter. The office buys them in bulk and give it 6 months and they've all migrated (there's also usually a couple of tea spoons of some style not used in the building leaving me to think they migrate).
I love it. A very important study.
If we assume that the annual rate of teaspoon loss per employee can be applied to the entire workforce of the city of Melbourne (about 2.5 million), an estimated 18 million teaspoons are going missing in Melbourne each year. Laid end to end, these lost teaspoons would cover over 2700 km—the length of the entire coastline of Mozambique1—and weigh over 360 metric tons—the approximate weight of four adult blue whales.2
That is quite staggering.
I'm another time traveller just arrived from 1978 and I can see that nothing has changed, at least as far as vox pops go.
What's a coffee machine by the way, is it that thing which makes a cup of Mellow Birds?
What a coincidence, I'm also a time traveler from 1976, and I see Steve Miller's song Fly like an Eagle is still pertinent.
Lyrics
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I wanna fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution
Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
glazed, artfully lit and adorned with pot plants, brick walls, and coffee table books
That is NOT how I imagined Vulture Central... in my mind it was more along the lines of damp cellar, naked light bulb hanging from wire, dartboard with photo of TIm Cook in the wall, semi cannibalized remains of old computers in the corner...
What? I honestly thought BOFH was a documentary, don't judge me!
" in my mind it was more along the lines of damp cellar, naked light bulb hanging from wire, dartboard with photo of TIm Cook in the wall, semi cannibalized remains of old computers in the corner.."
I've worked at the same university that Simon did, albeit after his time.
That's a pretty accurate description of the appearance of some of the IT rooms. Other than the smell, which was quite distinct for some of them...
Isn't that discrimination? Against the majority, no less!
I think I'd protest by bringing in a tray of sausage rolls every Friday and leaving them on the table with the unread magazines. The omnivores will appreciate it almost as much as watching the veggies and vegans scream in horror.