What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
- "With A Little Help From My Friends"
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
I'm not the biggest fan of The Beatles (even though I share my birthday with Sir Paul!), but these two songs stick out in my mind. I grew up on these. :)
Наверное, Yesterday. С этой песней связаны воспоминания. Когда я училась в университете, нам задали написать сочинение на тему: "Что предшествовало написанию песни Yesterday?" Вот моё сочинение. Наивное, конечно...
This rastaurant is called Sun Ray.
You come in it. You rest today.
I play the music you prefere
As usual... And I see Her.
She enters the large hall.
I continue to sing for all,
But she provokes my surprise:
I see the maiden with sad eyes
(All people are joyful and gay).
She doesn't stand far from where I stay.
I feel I can spend many days
With her, her eyes, and with her gaze.
I stop: I see her going away.
For me she is like a sun ray.
Oh! They say Listen to your heart
And I feel that we mustn't part
I don't see her. I can't but rise
To find the maiden with sad eyes.
She'll understand this situation.
My song will be my explanation.
Sean. He was a weasel.
So uppity, so "positive," so good at being an overbearing micro-manager in the most annoyingly cheerful demeanor you've ever seen.
Although, this one time, he came up to me at work and said, "Mitch, how many shoes do you think you can sell today?"
I said, "eleventy-hundred."
His expression of fake cheer immediately become one of mild annoyance, and he said, "Mitch... you can't sell 'eleventy-hundred' shoes."
And I went, "DUDE, WHAT'S WITH THE NEGATIVE ATTITUDE?? :D :D :D "
And then I won.
I think this is my favorite Beatles song because I like the lyrics.In my opinion, they could be about someone who's been down all of their life, who is then told to pick themselves up. And I know it sounds kind of stupid, but I nearly get into tears when it's on.
Yellow Submarine. it was my favorite one when I was little as well, because it was the one I could remember the words to best, and because of the cartoon video that we used to play the crap out of. Also, when I was little yellow was my color, whether I picked it, or I went with it, cause things in sets of 4 tended to come in red, blue, green and yellow, and having 4 kids, mom tended to color code things that would tend to lead to arguments of "that's mine; no mine" XD.
for that matter, mom still color codes stuff heh.
Green for my oldest brother and his family, yellow(gold or white) for me(and my family, should I make one), blue for my younger brother and his family......
And red for my middle brother and his family.
and psst, I wrapped all that mess, minus the ones to me, and the ones that my siblings brought for people this would be why I go nuts at the holidays, not the shopping for gifts, it's wrapping all the stuff mom gives......
how I turned this question into this, I dunno, but there it is, enjoy!
небанально - "Yesterday". Хотя поначалу смущала эта молитва вчерашнему)))
Но когда-то я переписал ее по-своему (нужно было вдохновиться задорно, и оно пришло), так родился пародийный "FUTURE DAY" - зато радостный и динамичный. Так хит для меня стал приятен и по смыслу)
Хотя с годами, пожалуй, стану понимать смысл воспоминаний))) хе-хе! !-P
До начала склероза, не меньше...
I'm pretty sure we had this question not so long ago (or at least, a variation of it) but I'll play.
I can't decide on an absolute favourite, but those I adore are:
1. <i>Eleanor Rigby</i>, which makes me think of my city's history and my ancestors
2. <i>Hey Jude</i>, which is so sad and hopeful at the same time (and makes me want to slap John Lennon)
3. <i>Let it Be</i>, which <lj user=mothergoddamn> told me was named after a Liverpool expression. I asked my mother about it and she said her own mother used to say it to her, so I like the whole maternal aspect of the song, the earthly mother and the allusion to the Virgin Mary. I listen to this if I'm far from home and feeling a little homesick. It always makes me feel comforted.
4. <i>In My Life</I>, which I find so devastatingly beautiful in its understanded way. I like the gentle emotion of it: I've loved many people in my life and known so many good souls, but you -- I love you just that bit more. I think it's one of the most perfect songs and it probably is my favourite Beatles song. On most days.
I also reference Liverpool a couple of times in this post as if in some chest-beating state but... I never used to really like The Beatles. As I get older, they mean more to me. They speak of my family's history and the character of this city, the home to which I always return. They remind me of the older generations, my dad growing up in Wavertree and following this rising band. It's impossible to escape them if you live here, but then... why would you want to?
My all time favorite? Wow, being a hardcore Beatles fan, that's quite a tough one. I'd have to say... A Day in the Life from the Sgt. Pepper's album. That whole record, as we all know, is sheer brilliance, and that song is the perfect, most poignant way to end it that I could ever imagine. It's beautiful, managing to be both melancholy and upbeat, and just provides an amazing listening experience. John's vocals are really a stand-out on this track, as is the audio loop at the end. "Never-could-see-any-other-way!"; sudden, striking, and haunting, placed over a background of senseless studio noise. At the time the album was released, it would, of course, have actually been a record. That loop would be a result of the end of the record turning over and over on the player, giving the illusion that something had gone horribly wrong with the record. It is the true epitome of Lennon/McCartney masterpieces.
Hey Jude. Почему - объяснить невозможно, как невозможно объяснить почему я люблю женщину, которую люблю. Может, потому что в конце знаменитое "Па-а, па-па, па-ба-ба-ба, па-ба-ба-ба - хэй, Джуд!" повторяется восемнадцать раз...
I pray. Every minute. I do. It may sound cliche, but I do. I talk to him, all the time. And by the end of the day, I read the bible and write in my journal, which is like this book of letters I write or sometimes, I do it every morning when I wake up.
My best friend, who's a huge Beatles fan, cringes at this because she doesn't like Paul...and for good reason; I don't like him either.
But I adore this song. It's beautiful and sweet and so....I don't know. I've just always loved it.
(and it made me smile a lot when Dean told Mary that she used to sing that to him because it was her favorite Beatles song, because it's probably something I'll be singing to my kids someday, &hearts)
I've never really had a bad boss. My bosses tend to like me because I get shit done. However, there WAS a manager at the Cheesecake Factory (not really my boss) that slept with a lot of the servers. He was kind of slimy. But yeah, he never bothered the front desk because he was mostly a server manager.
I am probably one of the biggest Beatle geeks ever so I love all their music. I have ever album on my ipod and I listen whenever I get down.
Maxwell's Silver Hammer is my angry jam.
If I Fell is my shy sweet I'm crushing song.
Maggie Mae is the song I dance to whenever it comes on I drop what I'm doing and dance.
But my favorite song would have to be....
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Every night when I was a kid my big sister sang along to Lucy in the Sky to put me to sleep. That song makes me feel like a kid again. Every time I hear it I think of my bug sister and its almost like we are kids again.
кирпич облицовочный, кирпич лицевой, низкие цены на клинкерный кирпич, фасадная плитка
Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.
Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.
You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may show,
But I don't know, I don't know.
Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how.
By far my favorite ... followed by black bird .... and really you know its just hard to pick. The Beatles ... are iconic for a reason. They made amazing music. So fantastic that I plan to get a beatles themed tattoo containing lyrics.
Не люблю их.
И ты меня завтра не вспомнишь.
Говорили друг другу -это слова лишь.
И вы спокойно закроете двери.
Вы меня забыли или просто вам не хочется верить?
Нет это не депрессия а муки.
Я умер для вас, и для той единственной суки.
Мои мысли ушли в бесконечность.
Напоследок порезав конечность.
Не доставив радости миру.
Освободив от себя квартиру.
Ты не вспомнишь то, что я жил.
Никто жить не предложил.
А ты этим не озабочен.
Срок моей жизни просрочен.
Нет ни жалости не отчаянья.
Вот и все до свидания.
Without a doubt its gotta be 'Penny Lane'...from the year of my birth an a song i will happily sing along to regardless of whom im in the company of....its was a double 'A' side along with 'Strawberry Fields Forever' which is another firm favourite of mine....
My mum saw the Fab Four play at the Futurist Theatre in Scarborough, Yorkshire way back in Dec 1963...four years before i was born.
I've had a few bad bosses but by far the worst was this chick named Anne. She was just very...cold, I don't know how else to describe it. She was cold to everyone, but her actions and words led me to believe that she really had something against me. She would do things like clear off my whole desk, put all my files in her office, and leave me a note to "see her" as soon as I got in, leading me to believe I was fired. I think I cried in the bathroom daily for about a month. The fact that I totally hated my job did not help matters at all, either. At one point our whole office received notice of possible layoffs, and thus all the employees were <i>explicitly</i> allowed to take vacation time for the purpose of going on job interviews. Even so, Anne decided to deny my request to take <i>three hours</i> off for an interview, despite my not having taken any vacation time at all in months (finally I showed her the company policy and HER boss let me take the time off). The next day, I found out for sure I was losing my job, which I'm sure Anne already KNEW at the time she tried to deny my three hour vacation request. I actually ended up getting the job I interviewed for and never looked back. I hated that place!!
Mmm, Midheimr punya festival selama dua minggu yang melibatkan para wizard dari seluruh Midheimr. Tidak hanya bazaar (dan kedai makanan), tapi juga pertunjukkan sihir.
Pertunjukan sihir seperti apa? Eh. Ada macam-macam - turnamen olahraga seperti duel atau olahraga sihir udara, lalu atraksi dari Air Assaulter Wizards. Beberapa tahun belakangan mereka juga mengikutsertakan ketiga Ace Mages dalam atraksi dan duel.
Tapi aku lebih tertarik pada makanan yang mereka hidangkan selama festival -- kau tahu, festival diadakan selama musim gugur. Musim yang bagus untuk makan! Jadi ada penjual dango dan teh hijau yang enak di-- Err, mungkin lebih baik aku ceritakan saja makanan khas selama festival. Ada ayam jahe dan salad musim gugur -- lalu bir madu. Makanan-makanan yang bisa menghangatkan perut. Roti jahe, yang juga jadi makanan khas selama perayaan, selalu disajikan di rumahku di Midheimr tiap tahunnya.
Dan kalau ada yang lebih menarik dari makanan... Diskon selama dua minggu di toko-toko elektronik magia! Mereka menjual spare part dalam setengah harga...
My first boss ever. I was a fresh high-school graduate and worked under the table for him. The pay was absolutely excellent, but man... the sexual harassment. And it's not like there was anyone I could complain to - like I said, under the table job.
As to the second part, kind of? I've realized that I'm actually a little counterproductive in my passive-aggressiveness towards my employers. When I feel I'm being treated unfairly or being picked on, I tend to work HARDER. I guess to show my boss that I'm clearly competent and don't deserve the treatment I feel I'm receiving. Meanwhile, if I like my boss and feel 100% comfortable around them, I tend to get a bit complacent.
...in other words, if I'm irritated at my boss I do an even better job. Ironic much?
NOT TO SAY that my boss doing something completely out of line would make me super efficient or something. The one time I had a boss get completely out of line with me (the above boss, when he pushed things a bit above 'harassment'), I started subtly sabotaging things. Not to an extreme extent, because if he got fired or I got caught at it, there went my paycheck. Just little things. "Oh, I know you really wanted that
Heh. Yeah. The little things.
Yellow Submarine ...Эта песня напоминает мне мое детство. Когда то у нас в школе был большой праздник и нашему классу (тогда 5) поручили подготовить музыкальный номер ... Выбор остановился на этой песне ! Но поскольку все плохо знали анг.язык мы сделали разукрасили листы А4 . На каждом листе была буква и когда все вставали в ряд,то можно было прочитать название песни.А на обороте листа были написаны слова песни... . Вот так мы выступили пусть не честно , но зато не ударили в грязь лицом :)
It's sooo hard to pick a favourite, but I'll have to say Penny Lane. I really love the orchestration and all the flutes and piccolos and trumpets.
I don't know if it's a 'classic' but my all time favourite song is the Love version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps (which I don't really see as a Beatles song, since it's only George and an orchestra playing/singing).
uhhhhhh..... hmm .... IDK I love The Beatles ! I guess it depends on the day lol
But here are a few of my favs:
Here Comes the sun
plus others, those are a few off the top of my head.
They have a lot of songs, I don't think I've even heard them all...
Gay rights because I have a lot of friends that are gay and bi and they are some of the most awesome people I've ever met. I was once close-minded about gay people but after I met my friends I've learned to accept them for who they are and not for their sexual orientation. I don't hate gay people but I was once uncomfortable with the idea. I guess I felt that way becuase one of my good friends had a crush on me. We're still great friends and I believe she and all other gay people should get treated with respect.
И если вы спрашиваете, то не имеет смысла отвечать.
My current boss is the worst I've had. EVER. When 4 teams of people have quit ALL stating your boss as the reason you're leaving, you'd think HR would wise up and say, 'Hey, they left because their boss is a crazy bitch... Oh! Lets get rid of the crazy bitch!' But alas, they do not. Instead I watch people come and go, come and go and I'm about to shoot myself. I haven't gotten revenge yet, but I have full plans to bring that stupid bitch down!
I had a manager once who ran the store I worked at. Constantly demanded things of me that were illegal. Demanded I use my car for business use and when I refused as it was neither part of my job description nor was I legally insured for that action, he started demanding my car keys when I clocked in and out. Later he began accusing me of using the PC during work hours for personal use and when I challenged him that there was no proof of it, he claimed I deleted it. The final straw came when he demanded I use the computer to log into my personal email account and let him go through my email to see if I had read any while at work. I refused and he threatened to write me up for 'insubordinance'.
I dealt with it by buying a digital pocket recorder and recording these demands and reporting them to HR. He was gone a week after the email request. Best part, it's LEGAL in my state to record conversations I take part in, with or without the knowledge or consent of those recorded as long as I am an active participant in the conversation. Just like in MOST states.
Без него было так хорошо. А теперь снова попрут бесконечные терминаторы. Боюсь, что последним станет "Терминатор на пенсии" или "Терминатор в маразме". Что утешает - смотреть не обязательно.
Oh my God, this one is easy.
Summer 2001 I worked for a landscape company who had contracts to sweep the parking lots of major area shopping centers.
My supervisor was an ex-con who had serious anger management issues. One night while gassing up the sweeper truck, he approaches me to let me know he's dissatisfied with my performance. I ask how I can improve, perhaps I could use some more training, and he proceeds to tell me that a trained monkey can do it. The situation escalates. I'm remaining calm so as not to agitate him. After a few minutes and a few words, he grabs me by the front of my shirt and pushes me back a few feet, teeth and fist clenched. I could tell he was trying NOT to hit me.
This is where I call it quits. I take the truck back to the yard. As I'm leaving in my car, he comes up to me and apologizes, telling me "I treat people the way I am treated". I had no idea what the hell he meant since I did not push him. All I knew is that a hostile work environment had been created and there was no way on God's green earth I would work under such a person.
I suppose I could have pressed the issue legally (we were in a public place with cameras and witnesses) but it wasn't worth it. On a pure technical level he did commit assault and battery, but I'm not that type of person.
Haven't done this "writer's block" thing, before, but I've gotta wind down after spending hours helping me husband looking for something that we still can't locate.
This is a good question, though. We're always taught that life is change, life is growing, life is evolving. And to add to that, there are some people who are never, ever satisfied with themselves, whether that be on the inside, on the outside, or both - they want to change it all because they're not satisfied, don't feel good enough, constantly compare themselves to others, etc. And of course, there's the people (who are honestly probably very few - everything that we're exposed to encourages us to look better or be better and usually in the name of buying whatever they've got) who never want to change a thing.
As for myself, there's more that I like than dislike about myself, but the one thing - on the inside - that I want to have for the rest of my life is my inability to be disingenuous. If I say *anything* to you, good or bad, it's because I mean it. If you've ever gotten a compliment from me, I didn't give it to you JUST to make your day or to get on your good side - I mean what I say! I've reaped the benefits and the consequences of this quality throughout my life, especially as I've gotten older. The biggest downfall of this quality is the fact that it makes some people uncomfortable. I tend to think those are the people who don't really know who they are and/or don't really like who they are. But I'm just speculating. I tend to try to be forgiving of the "personality flaws" of others simply because a) I know I've got my own and b) sometimes we don't realize what we're doing while we're doing it. I think this is important for a therapist to recognize because an effective therapist has got to have the ability to be empathetic towards ANYONE, no matter how much we, on a personal level, may dislike their views, personality, or life choices. Humans are largely a product of the experiences that shape their world. We all come from a different place in the world (figuratively and literally), therefore it's necessary to accept that fact in order to accept the person. You may not understand why someone is the way that they are, but you can be guaranteed that there's a reason for it. Yes, we have free will to be however we want to be, but our past experiences give us the reason and motivation to make certain choices in life.
I guess this "writer's block" has started to evolve. I'll end this here.
This is a good one :) The answer is (as some may know) "Karate Kid II." Why?
The main setting is in Okinawa, Japan. This is where my parents spent their first two years of marriage, together, as my dad was stationed here in the late 1970s. There are some great landmarks in the movie that my parents can identify as places that they used to go to.
Also, this particular sequel has provided myself and my brother a massive amount of comic relief over the years. And you can't beat the ice breaking scene.
I only had to show one guy the truth. Big guy named Farnsworth. He was a yeller. You could always tell just who he was chewing out and where he was doing it. It was like working with a foghorn that smelled like sausages. He tried to creep up on you before he started yelling, like he loved a good ambush. The day I showed him was an ordinary day. Nothing special. Nothing but filling shelves, prepping displays and the smell of sausages creeping up behind me. I can't say I was surprised. My sales weren't fantastic last month. No real reason why, really. Just nobody wanted to buy tools. It happened.
Catching Farnsworth wasn't hard at all. When I caught his scent I just started moving towards the back of the plumbing section. I could hear his feet trying to be stealthy. He was good, true. He just wasn't Daddy. I knelt down like I was going to fix something on a lower shelf, giving him my back. Inviting him in. I could feel him getting ready. He was just starting to suck in his breath to deliver his opening salvo when I rose with the snippers in my hand.
"Quiet.", I said.
His surprise was total. He looked down at his ring finger as the blades rose around it. His lips were still looking like they were trying to reengage and start flapping. I repeated my order for silence and wiggled my snipping hand just a little.
There's an art to getting your steel noticed. It needs to be present, but not all encompassing. It just needs to make a quick introduction. 'Hello, I'm a pair of titanium spring shears. I can cut through a stainless steel bolt. I'm now gently squeezing your finger between my extremely exotic thighs. May I ask for your attention to the following events?'
The spring pliers had his attention. Farnsworth stared at the blades like his mind couldn't quite grasp what was going on. I spoke again when he tried to pull away. "I wouldn't do that.", I said simply. "Either one of us jogs my hand and you're gonna bleed."
With the option of movement gone, he fell back on talking. He said all the dumb things people say their first time.
"What are you doing? You can't do this. Let me go!"
Why do people say things like that? I mean, it's pretty obvious that I can and am doing this, and if I went to all the trouble of luring you to the spot where the security cameras have a blind spot, I'm certainly not going to just let you go because you asked me to! Honestly, what it is with people? I let him get his idiot out, then cut him off. With words this time. "I know what you are.", I say.
That shuts him up. That shuts everyone up, mainly because everybody things that they're secretly something. They think they've got secrets. They thinkbeautiful or terrible things flow through their lives like an exotic cobra. Most of the time, they're wrong. Farnsworth was wrong, too, but he still wanted to hear. He wouldn't like it, but i told him anyways. "You're a fake.", I told him. "You think you're a monster. Some kind of roaring giant. You think you make the ground tremble when you walk. That's not true. A big guy with a big voice and a delight in bullying isn't a monster. That's just a jackass trying to cover up for his lack of respect and little dick. No,", i said, leaning a little closer, "A real monster would laugh at the yellow inside you. Laugh at the way your fat jowls wiggle when you scream. Then they'd make you scream a little to demonstrate.
"A real monster would try and teach you how to be a better man. Show you the error of your ways. Give you something to look at as a reminder of what happens when you falter off the path. Something nice and visual, like a stump."
Farnsworth started whining. That meant he understood just how deeply in the shit he really was. I'd like to think he was upset about the things he'd done. Odds were pretty strong that he was too busy being worried that I was going to sever his finger with a pair of spring shears for self recriminations and emotional growth. Pity.
"I know monsters, mister Farnsworth, and I know you aren't one. You're alone, and miserable, and you can't face the thought of anyone not respecting you despite not having earned any. It's sad, and I think you're capable of better. Are you, mister Farnsworth?" He was still just standing there, trying to will his hand out of the shears. Eventually I had to ask again. I punctuated my question with another little twitch of the fingers.
He didn't want to answer. That would be admitting he was wrong. That would be admitting to everything. He didn't want to be laid bare like that. I understood, really. I sympathized with him. Eventually, he decided that the ability to count to ten trumped having your dignity snipped off, and he nodded. I smiled in what was probably encouraging. "Good", I said. "Now, in a minute, I'm going to take the shears away, and you'll be free to prove to me that you really can be a good man. I know that you'll want to tell someone about today's lesson. That's your right. Before you do, just ask yourself if it's worth the risk. You've got no evidence, and let's face it: Nobody is going to take your side. You burned that bridge. Now, are you ready for me to take the shears away?"
"And are you aware of what will happen if you try anything funny, or I don't see you trying hard to keep your promise?"
He nodded again, and that was that. We never spoke of the lesson again, and he stopped treating his employees so poorly.
He's lucky I hate monsters. Daddy would have snipped.
(This has been a free form exercise. One hour, no edits.)
I was going to make a list, because I've had a number of supervisors who did some pretty crappy things, but only one really stands out. When I worked at a small local ISP, my boss there seemed, on the surface, to be a pretty cool guy. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
-He was a massive hypocrite about work ethic; he was either never there or locked in his office to play games or run his porn business(es), while he'd get pissed off at me if I spent a couple minutes looking out the window or did anything on our computers that was even remotely non-work-related, no matter how minor. Even the fast-paced temp job I had this winter didn't mind if I took a couple minutes to rest and look at a news site or something. Oh, and did I mention that we were always completely dead, seldom even having a computer on the bench to work on or a phone call? It was incredibly frustrating to have hours upon hours of downtime and, at the same time, to be yelled at if I had downtime.
-He was a big-time voyeur, to rather creepy levels. What I knew about was that he had a camera in the back office for the specific purpose of keeping an eye on me (I was the only employee), and that he monitored my internet usage. What I didn't know until after the company folded was that he had a number of hidden cameras throughout the office, including in the bathroom. I imagine he got more than he bargained for with that one. The phones were tapped, so he also probably got some interesting conversations with my boyfriends over the course of working there. And, I'm pretty sure he cyber-stalked me; in fact, years later, it wouldn't surprise me if he's reading this now.
-The company couldn't afford to fix/replace a cheap window-unit air conditioner to keep the server equipment from overheating (the office was over a hundred degrees one day when I came to work), yet we almost purchased a large plasma TV for the sole purpose of sticking it in the window to play a PowerPoint presentation for advertising. And this was in 2005, when plasma TVs were pretty pricey.
-He drove the company into the ground, through a combination of mis-management, personal use of business assets (like hosting his gaming clan servers and sex toy sales sites on the company's OC3 lines), and outright embezzlement/tax fraud. For about my last 1-2 months, there were a number of occasions when I was genuinely uncertain whether I'd get a paycheck.
On the plus side, the company's main investor later became one of my most lucrative (though frustrating) tech support clients for my personal side-business. In the process of the company going under, I also managed to snatch up a number of our clients for one-off work shortly afterwards.
I do realize I've been neglecting this, and I apologize. I plan to start writing more, it's just been difficult to find the motivation, since I usually spend upwards of an hour on a post. But, Twitter is insufficient for much detail, and I loathe Facebook, so I imagine I'll start posting again soon.
It was a guy who sat around and did nothing but watch the rest of us do his work for him. He always got to make the business trips, had us basically spying on each other to be sure we were doing his work, and other crap.
When he smiled, he wasn't smiling. He was baring his teeth.
I don't take revenge. Not good for my spirit.
Очень люблю песни группы "The beatles", но одна "Girl" дорога особенно, так как напоминает о самых трогательных моментах нашей жизни- о первых больших чувствах любви. Эту песню я много раз слушала под гитару в свой адрес в исполнении одноклассника. Песня лилась из влюбленного сердца мальчишки с надеждой на взаимные чувства, но трудно полюбить человека, которого знаешь с детства и считаешь своим братом, другом, как всех одноклассников. Шансов на взаимность у парня не было. После окончания школы, еще 15 лет человек боролся со своим первым глубоким чувством. Я очень рада, что это наваждение прошло, что человек встретил свою родную половинку. Теперь в его семье растет девочка, названная моим именем. Всегда, когда слышу песню "Girl" вспоминаю эту грустную, со счастливым концом историю.
Never mind the first question. Unless you do it by blowing the whistle on illegal or unethical activity, revenge is a bad idea! Avoid burning bridges at a job. Doing so impacts relationships with people who aren't the boss.
If former coworkers remember you as unprofessional, revenge-seeking and petty, they aren't going to provide good references. Keep in mind also that people change jobs more often than they did in the past. Acting on those "revenge" impulses means former coworkers are unlikely to contact you when their new employers have job openings.
well, this question is right up my alley
when i worked for Papa John's pizza
there was this woman named gilda.
ive never worked with someone so full of anger, spite, and outright hatred for the people she had under her.
Revenge? i fucking left. got a 1 week notice, then quit, now im working for Dominoes, its like working with my family there, i really do like it.
gilda is getting whats coming to her, in the form of a lawsuit from one of my ex coworkers. i hope he wins, because he could get all kinds of damage money from it. Hell, he even offered me a bit!
Вообще от настроения зависит))))если встала с "той ноги" то что-нибудь весёлое, может даже детские песенки (От улыбки станет всем теплей...)
Ну,а если не "с той", то скорее бубнёшь какой-то)))а не пение.
Because of my disabilities of being legally blind and cerebral palsy, I have only had two paid jobs, and the worst boss I had was at the Chicago Lighthouse for the Blind eleven summers ago. Instead of allowing the student workers to rotate between their various interests, each one of us kids hadto keep workingatthe first job duty we got assigned for the entiresix-week summer program. After that one summer,Inever went back to the ChicagoLighthoue for the Blind.
The cruel and evil Thomas Jalkut, head attorney of the probate department at white shoe Boston law firm Nutter McClennen & Fish. He's livin' the good life, so if there is no hell, he won't ever be punished for how mean many many people have found him to be. I was 21 when I worked there and thinking of him makes me ill to this day. Most unkind person I ever met.
The worst boss I have ever, unfortunately, had has to be Marion Kritzler, manager of the Sanrio store in the Colorado Mills mall. The woman is amazing with customers, but don't ever work for her. I swear to high heaven that that woman is bipolar. One minute she was all happy go lucky and the next you could swear she was the Devil incarnate. Not only did she try to pit co-worker against co-worker, but she openly admitted to filing false complaints with the company to get rid of employees she didn't like. As the story goes, I got whiplash from wearing the stupid Hello Kitty mascot one day, because 1) the suit is designed for a man and far too large for women, and 2) a couple 13/14 something girls tackle hugged me and caused the head to jostle, which somehow pulled the entirety of my cervical muscle >.<
If I thought she was bad before hand, once I had to file workman's comp, she became unbearable. Not only did she yell at me that I wasn't supposed to contact my workman's comp claim advocate, but she turned on me like she was going to hit me, in front of customers!! I had a ten pound weight restriction and wasn't able to lift our twelve pound latter, nor could I pull down the weighed retention gate at night to close the store, AND she left me to close on my own! She did all this, plus much more to me and others, and the bitch is still manager of the store -.- I won't even go in it if she's there. I wish Nakajima, USA, treated their employees better. You would think when an employee calls to their California offices and speaks directly to the head of HR to file harassment and discrimination against a manager (instead of going through the anonymous line), they would take it more seriously and actually investigate.
So.. to anyone in the Denver area, shop at the Sanrio store, but don't ever work there. At least not while Marion Kritzler is still the manager. Everyone who has ever worked with her will vouch for what I've said >.
It's kind of a toss up between two. One from a pizza place and one from a nursing home. Didn't ever get any kind of revenge. I was fired from the nursing home so my boss could hire a friend. I found out a year or so later the boss was fired. So karma right there.
I've mentioned working as a long distance operator in downtown Boston. We had primarily business customers, as we were surrounded by office buildings; insurance, investments, etc. During the year that I worked there, "urban renewal" was going on. A new City Hall and Plaza, and a new Federal Courthouse had been planned. The area they chose, which included our 10 story building, was about 60% of our call area!!
The operators can't get calls from buildings that are being readied for demolition. They can't take calls from companies that have found other headquarters while their new offices are being created. And yet the 'upper echelon' at Ma Bell was constantly on our necks about the volume of calls dropping?!? We wanted to just say "Come visit us and see the piles of rubble where 20 story buildings used to hold our customers!!" So out of touch with reality!! Our building was actually one of the last to be demolished.
I resent this question because I fucking hate The Beatles so fucking much and I don't understand how anyone can fucking listen to them. AND I KNOW AT LEAST ONE PERSON AGREES WITH ME, AMIRITE MARIAH? HUGE ARGUMENT WITH CASSANDRA AND TRAVIS ON FACEBOOK BECAUSE WE DARED TO NOT LISTEN TO SHITTY MUSIC THAT DUMB PEOPLE ARE ENTERTAINED BY.