Trying to do our bit to save the planet...
the lives of over 7 billion people could hinge on this one decision...
can this plastic pot go in the recycling bin?
The recycling symbol says that it can be recycled:
But the Council rules say that it can't:
Maybe they could recycle only the outside?
... but the Iceland driver must know what she's like because he seems to have abandoned his van and buggered off somewhere else:
Loki taking a post-op R&R cat-nap:
Go England!
Sorry, my bad, that should read "Go park elsewhere, dumb-ass England van man".
You know how it works... you tell them your details, your qualifications, your employment record, your preferences for travel distance/duration etc. and they use that info to match you to jobs which fit your criteria.
At least, that's how it's supposed to work.
Yesterday saw another list arrive via email, and I'm told that I am a perfect match for everything on it.
Here's an extract:
I like the notion that there are docks within 25 miles (or 30 minutes) of the (disputed) centre of England.
And it seems that there's not much to choose pro rata between being a Dog Walker and an Armed Security Guard.
That said, I remember when the same preferences led to me being presented with details for what I thought would be the perfect job... quality management... satellite launch hardware systems... company car... travel expenses... Yep, it really was rocket-science!
That agency told me that I was a perfect match for the position.
Only after pressing the agency for more details was I was told that the job was a little further away than 25 miles (or 30 minutes).
It was in Winnipeg.
