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Badministrative errors

Posted by on July 12th 2017 in A bit of a rant

The school's website is just as dodgy as its messaging service.

For ALL of the current academic year their website's calendar has been telling all and sundry that this term will end on Friday July 14th. We booked our holiday with that date in mind:

Furthermore, for many weeks it has been telling the same all and sundry that the Year 12 Futures (Future's???) Conference finishes on Thursday July 13th:

Well, it ain't so. TODAY we found out that TODAY is both the last day of term for Year 12 students and the last day of the Year 12 Futures (Future's???) Conference.

You can guess how diplomatic I was when I phoned the school to listen to the staff pointing the verbal finger of blame at the admins and concocting made-up-on-the-fly excuses.

FFS, HAJC, if you're going to have an informative website, the least you could do is check that the information there is actually correct.

Omission and Commission

Posted by on July 12th 2017 in Rambling on...
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If the standard of SPAG in their text messages is much to go by, I'm relieved that she's not studying A-Level English Language there:

I think the question of the commissioned apostrophe may not be sufficient, I'll probably have to organise my own search-party to find the missing colon, the absent full-stop and the omitted capitalisation of the sentence-start. I'm fairly sure that there aren't enough "the"s or "a"s in there either.

Wonkumbers

Posted by on July 9th 2017 in In the garden
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The first few were normal, so I'm fairly sure that these are not supposed to look like this:

Or like this:

Frank Barrett: A Study in Self-Importance

Posted by on July 7th 2017 in Driveway-blocking feckwits and piss-poor parkers

I was polite when I asked him to move it, as it had obstructed me getting in forwards and I was to be reversing out almost straight away.

But he said that he was only going to move it when he was good and ready, maintaining that his car was parked fine and wasn't in the way at all.

I tried to explain again but he was having none of it, he was too self-important, he said that I was in the wrong and that I must wait until he was finished!

And so it all kicked off. I'm nobody's inferior and I don't take that sort of shit from anybody. He'd lit the blue touch-paper.

I'll spare you the details but he was as good at being an offensive idiot as I was at being sure of my rights, which I know inside-out as I have to deal with this sort of malarkey almost every day.

I'm told that he phoned soon after to apologise for how he'd parked his car. But of course he was apologising to my neighbour, not to me.

Stuck-up idiot - can't park properly, can't apologise properly:

See - there was plenty of "safe" vacant space around the Close. There was even space for his car on the driveway of the neighbour who he was visiting.

But currently he's the President of the local bowling club, and apparently that means that he also owns the local roads and is answerable to nobody.

They say that there's no such thing as bad publicity, so...

here he is, showing off his medals:

Let's hope they weren't awarded for parking like a tw@t.

This post will only be taken down after I get a direct apology. A passed-on second-hand apology won't cut it.

Abandon Ship!

Posted by on July 6th 2017 in Driveway-blocking feckwits and piss-poor parkers

It was all going so well until Billy the Fish's younger brother hove into port and decided to moor up and go ashore without due regard:

Weigh anchor!

Or a suitable contraction thereof.

Six of the best

Posted by on July 5th 2017 in Driveway-blocking feckwits and piss-poor parkers

This is the sixth time this year that I've had words with the selfish freelance delivery woman who was driving this car. I don't remember how many times it happened before the start of 2017, but it was a significant number.

The only English word she seems capable of uttering in my presence is "sorry" but she still parks like a tw@t so it's pretty much an empty apology. This time I needed to get my car out to deal with an urgent family matter (carers had called me to attend to my mother-in-law who is seriously ill) and I couldn't keep my temper under control when I found that the freelance fuckwit had blocked me in (again) despite the huge expanse of parking space to her near-side.

I guess she's one of the highly-trained highly-qualified people who, we're told, we have to import from The Continent because we, the Ignored Indigenous, allegedly don't have the requisite skill-set. Well, for the right price, I too could drive/park like a pr1ck, eschew the native language, ignore the rules of the road and not give a flying f*ck who I upset along the way. And no, I'm neither racist nor sexist, I just believe that our road-rules apply to all-comers, there's no exemption policy. When in Rome...

From now on, she should be in no doubt as to the consequences of her self-centred attitude - if she didn't understand my words, my body-language and my gesticulations should have got the message across:
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