On 12/09/2012 13:19, Michael N. LeVine wrote:
> In article <1FR3s.57445$XW7....@fx08.am4>,
> nemo <ne...@naughtylass.wet> wrote:
>
>> On 11/09/2012 12:59, Michael N. LeVine wrote:
>>> In article <xNz3s.80731$Cd7....@fx01.am4>,
>>> nemo <ne...@naughtylass.wet> wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> You forgot the National Enquirer (just how is the Bat Boy doing these days?)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> We don't get that one over here, or members of the 75th United States
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Barmey Rangers with screaming ugly faces. We have Andy Capp. A big Andy
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Capp, His real name is Douglas Cameraman!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
http://andycappworld.blogspot.co.uk/
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He showed up over hear trying to get on the dole.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> He's done that Dolenz of times, Micky.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That must have been quite a circus, boy what a mess to clean up after.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Well yer couldn't very well clean up before it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It's irrelephant anyway.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Thats a right...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Don't mentschen it.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I didn't...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Ahhhh! That's why I didn't hear you then.
>>>>>>>>>>>>> But then you are hard of here-ing.
>>>>>>>>>>>> Pssssst may yet be drinkable.
>>>>>>>>>>> Not exactly a whiz-ard of an idea.
>>>>>>>>>> What ever happened to him? Is he OK?
>>>>>>>>> He is going thru a bad spell at he moment.
>>>>>>>> LOL!
>>>>>>> Then you HAVE seen him at work...
>>>>>> Nope. Never. I think we'd have all notices a guy in a magicians outfit
>>>>>> leaning strangely forward at CNS Farnell if he'd have been there.
>>>>>> With Melvyn Moron Harries in charge, we could have used a magician to
>>>>>> keep the company solvent!
>>>>>> Happiest day of my life when I was made redundant from there! That says
>>>>>> it all.
>>>>> Fired you up did it!
>>>> Narr. It was cooooool, ekkchewwellyahh!
>>> Narcissism does not work for you.
>>>
>> Poetry does, sometimes, thusly:
>>
>> Right! Listen, ear! I shall now wax highly poetical:
>>
>> (Bear with me. "BEAAAAAAR!!" It's long but there are plenty of funny
>> bits an done good pun.)
>>
>> In my mind�s eye I can still see that beautiful happy wonderfully
>> peaceful warm and pleasant Monday morning with the sun shining out of a
>> clear blue sky giving very sharply�defined shadows to the posts and
>> bollards in the car park and giving a sort of sparkle to the gravel in
>> the concrete surface, with the birds singing and the insects buzzing and
>> everything looking right with the world for a change � and even looking
>> right with the uninteresting, plain, boring and ugly yard and factory
>> building I was leaving for the last time but one, knowing that my next
>> visit would be my very last, and then within minutes of arriving, I
>> would thankfully be out of there again for ever, with my freedom, peace
>> of mind and a very nice fat cheque in my pocket included.
>>
>> I can still feel the sun�s pleasant warmth upon my skin and the nice
>> humid smell in the air and can clearly remember how ecstatically good it
>> felt to be walking away from that horrible torturous place with Ian�s
>> hideous G*dforsaken alleged music slowly fading away into the distance,
>> and my setting off for the grimy little railway station with those
>> beautiful words: �This will be your last day� and �Seven and a half
>> thousand pounds� still ringing in my ears! As Leslie Philips might say,
>> �Ding Dong!�
>>
>> All the stress and anxiety caused by working in that terrible place for
>> so long with the devil incarnate for a boss suddenly drained right out
>> of me as if a plug had been pulled from my mind and I felt more happy,
>> relieved and at peace with the world at that moment than I had felt in
>> decades! � with all the horrible things that had happened at CNS since
>> the take�over over and done with.
>>
>> Never did such normally bad news � redundancy � come to a person as such
>> a huge and blessed relief! � a relief that caused nothing short of
>> ecstasy! In fact, the scene took on a sort of beautiful dream�like
>> quality, made the sensitivity of my eyesight and hearing increase and
>> made my heart sing even!!! and at the same time gave me the sort of very
>> strange remote hyper�relaxed manic feeling that made me wish I could
>> have lay down and taken a nap right there on the warm concrete before
>> setting off for home. Rapture of the Deep must be pretty similar.
>>
>> And shortly afterwards, sitting on the train, even the boring scenery
>> I�d been watching roll by for many hundreds of days ad nauseam looked so
>> extrrreeeemely good as I sat back and relaxed in that rotten old lumpy
>> Thameslink seat, except this time I felt as if I were sat sitting there
>> in abject comfort and luxury as if it were the comfiest seat in the
>> world � a throne almost � again thinking in my total contentment
>> something like: That�s that then! What a blessed relief! That�s it! All
>> that misery gone! Finished! Hooray! At last! And I was also thinking how
>> very odd it was that, in an instant, such a vile and apparently
>> interminable and unchangeable nightmare lasting so many terrible years
>> could have come to such a sudden abrupt and total end! In an instant!
>> With the reward of a big chunk of dosh heading for my pocket as well!
>>
>> Thinking the words was easy, but as with my retirement seven years
>> later, trying to drum the reality of the situation into my psyche was
>> not so easy, it was so difficult to come to terms with. I was also
>> thinking about something Herbert Odile, our accountant, had said just
>> before he left: �If they do make you redundant, Mick, remember: However
>> bad things get for you in the future, they�ll never be as bad as working
>> here at CNS under Melvyn Harries is now!� How very true that has proved
>> to be and his words have helped me a very great deal over the years
>> whenever I�ve felt a bit low.
>>
>> Recently (late 2008) on the phone, he told me that Harries had been so
>> rude to him, he�d put in two official complaints to higher management.
>> Well now we know why another efficient and vital employee to the firm
>> was also made redundant, don�t we?! Our accountant! � and a damned good
>> one � a Chartered Accountant � fully qualified. Spite and revenge again,
>> just as in Bisi�s case! And surprise surprise, both Herbert and Bisi are
>> black! And I could be taken for Jewish, especially with my intense
>> interest in the faith and culture. So not only was malevolent Melvyn a
>> big ead, he was a mis big otten big ot as well!
>>
>> My purgatory at CNS Farnell coming to such a delightful and
>> instantaneous end still astonishes me to this day as does the ending of
>> lesser, though still objectionable purgatory of having to traipse to the
>> job centre to sign on each fortnight and worry about my Dole being
>> stopped if I didn't find something, again suddenly turning in an instant
>> into the heaven of all my time suddenly being my own with the Dole
>> changing into a Pension Credit with the requirement to look for work
>> coming to an end and a benefits package worth a the equivalent of c.
>> �19,700 PA gross, the instant in question being 00:00:01 on the morning
>> of my sixtieth birthday when my Civil Service Pension lump (ouch!) sum
>> arrived in my bank account . Nice and punctual, unlike me!
>>
>> I still had to return to the factory in a week�s time to see if the
>> Group had found another position for me but I knew this was simply a
>> legal formality and had said as much, so I knew that they wouldn�t. So
>> fair enough. The bastards were quite unjustifiably glad to be rid of me
>> but boy was I extrrreeeemely justified in being astonishingly delighted
>> to be rid of them, the bunch of hideous Masonic sadistic turds in suits!
>>
>> Since the take�over they�d behaved like utter and absolute bastards
>> towards all of us and towards me in particular! � their most versatile,
>> knowledgeable, skilled and capable worker although I say so myself, and
>> so one more short visit in a week�s time to pick up my big fat cheque
>> was going to be absolutely no trouble at all, especially with Melvyn
>> having to hand over the cheque much against his will. I�m surprised he
>> didn�t have trouble letting go of his end of the cheque!
>>
>> And I then realised what a wonderful pleasure and relief it was going to
>> be in seven days� time to walk away from there as quickly as possible
>> for the final final time � the very last � with my �7,500 cheque in my
>> pocket while laughing up my sleeve at the whole miserable bunch of them!
>> � not least because of the following . .
>>
>> When I arrived home in that first afternoon of freedom, my flat felt
>> even more like my home and my castle than it ever had before, especially
>> after I�d locked the doors behind me leaving me on the inside and all
>> the useless vicious vile morons and two�legged wastes of space on the
>> outside.
>>
>> After locking the large and heavy internal security door, just to savour
>> the moment and make sure of my separation from the horrible outside, I
>> leant on it, appreciating in full what an excellent strong
>> near- impenetrable barrier it formed between me on the inside and the
>> horrible so�called �world of work�, that damned factory and all the
>> bastards in it on the outside!
>>
>> And then, seven days later, it felt very strange indeed to get ready at
>> a nice relaxed pace instead of a mad rush to travel up to Borehamwood
>> free to arrive as late as I liked. I then walked at a very measured,
>> relaxed and leisurely pace indeed down to King�s Cross Thameslink
>> Station in Pentonville Road, stood there in a virtual cloud of euphoria
>> for a change on that horrible grotty overcrowded and dangerously narrow
>> platform with the usual camp announcer giving the tssrain detailsss
>> ducky! � waitssing for my very lassst Thameslink train up to miserable
>> g*dforsaken Borehamwood and the miserable g*dforsaken factory.
>>
>> Then once I�d arrived, I walked my very last long walk in the warm
>> sunshine again via the peaceful back streets from Borehamwood Station to
>> the factory at an even more leisurely pace, savouring every step because
>> there was no need whatsoever for me to hurry now or ever again, and as I
>> passed other people, I thought in a strange slightly smug way: I wonder
>> what they�d think if they knew why I feel so happy today. I�d love to
>> tell them.
>>
>> Then, when I arrived at the factory, I was told that the only job they�d
>> found in the Group that might have suited me was way up in Leeds.
>> Surprise surprise! In other words, they�d gone through the legal motions
>> and found some rubbish job to offer me to cover themselves, but so far
>> away they knew I�d never take it. So what? I wouldn�t have continued to
>> work for those rotten f*cking bastards if they�d paid me! SO THANK
>> GOODNESS the swine never did find anything suitable within sensible
>> travelling distance! That was the only thing I�d been worrying
>> about actually � that they just might.
>>
>> So I picked up my nice big fat cheque for �7,500, said my final false
>> goodbyes through clenched teeth and a false smile to the evil management
>> bastards and a genuine goodbye to Neil of course, and more final genuine
>> goodbyes to the blokes � what was left of them that is � and I left �
>> finally!! � for good � and for the very last time � never to return �
>> free of the place, free of the oppression and free of Harries� clutches
>> at last � and with an even greater feeling of euphoria and relief than I
>> had experienced the week before!
>>
>> And I found that the bastards had us arriving for our cheques in shifts
>> if you don�t mind � to save them having to work too bloody hard!! � or
>> perhaps to prevent us from meeting each other and commiserating!
>>
>> It was another very nice pleasant warm sunny day and this time I was
>> walking away from that horrible g*dforsaken factory for ABSOLUTELY THE
>> LAST, ULTIMATE AND FINAL TIME � no question! � with the additional
>> pleasure of thinking about the best way to make use of the big fat
>> �7,500 redundancy cheque and how very nicely it would tide me over while
>> I looked for another job. Little did I know that finding something else
>> even then at 53 years old was going to be so damned�near impossible! �
>> and as far as anything permanent and half�decent was concerned, totally
>> impossible.
>>
>> It�s a pity I didn't think to do a pirouette, a bounding leap or
>> suchlike, across the yard on both these occasions. I did do a little
>> jump and click my heels together however! Harries would certainly have
>> been looking out of his window having a gloat and it must have spoiled
>> the bastard�s day rotten to see me do something like that!
>>
>> And he left under a cloud some tim elater, and his new company is in
>> SW19!! � diagonally opposite to Cuffley with the centre of London in
>> between, so instead of his nice quiet drive down country roads from
>> Cuffley to Borehamwood, now, he�s either got to go around the M25, the
>> well�known circular car park, or drive right through the centre of
>> London, or face an awkward journey on overcrowded trains with a number
>> of awkward changes!! So now the bastard knows how we felt, doesn�t he?!!
>> Poetic bloody justice!
>>
>> And so finally, it had all ended like this, and in spite of all Harries�
>> efforts to force me to resign and his three attempts to fire me on
>> trumped�up disciplinary charges, which he finally realised, taken
>> together, would have certainly lead to a suit for Constructive Dismissal
>> at which he and the company would have been soundly thrashed � he had
>> lost!! making this a huge and final VICTORY for me in which all Harries�
>> bullying, scheming, vicious callous spite and conniving had come
>> crashing down around his ears nose and throat!
>>
>> So there I was � with all Harries� totally unnecessary nasty evil
>> demotivating spiteful g*dforsaken illogical mad discipline and his cruel
>> and vindictive amateur psychology and conditioning dreck rubbish all
>> behind me, a big fat cheque in my pocket, walking away from that
>> hell�hole of a factory and back to civilisation via the rotten little
>> station for the FINAL final time � EVER! And as I said, it was another
>> very nice sunny day as well � as if the sun had come out especially for
>> me because it wanted to look down from the heavens and share in my
>> happiness!
>>
>> The journey home was pretty much the same as the journey the week
>> before, except that, this time, I actually had the �7,500 on my person
>> to think about.
>>
>> I don�t remember much more detail from this journey except a vague
>> recollection of more of the lovely relaxed and relieved �That�s that
>> then. The purgatory is finally over � and how easily it happened. How
>> come that in an instant one can go from a seemingly permanent absolute
>> hell straight to heaven!! How odd� feeling hitting me on the train and
>> again as I came through my front door, locked it and then locked my
>> large strong security door and shut the world and its assorted bastards
>> and a large and most unpleasant chapter of my life out behind me for
>> good with me safe and secure on the inside!
>>
>> And like last time, I leaned against the security door after I locked it
>> and sort of relished the way that its strong presence separated CNS and
>> the general maniacal bedlam outside from myself and the relative peace
>> and security inside.
>>
>> From my memwires.
>
> You do have a lot of idol time on your hands....
>
Didn't take long. I just copied and pasted it straight from out of my
memwires.
I was advised to write these as a way of staving off the anxiety etc.
one can experience when there's no more work to go to.
It twerked. It's luverly now!