1. Hearing that Johnny Depp has been invited to star in a Tim Burton film. Gosh, really?!
Johnny Depp would star in an otherwise z-listed torture porn film if Tim Burton was directing it.
2. Reading indignant outcries over Daily Mail articles.
You’re reading the Daily Mail. It’s not going to end well.
3. New leaders claiming they’ll fix the fuck ups of the last government.
4. He said she said you said they said. You don’t say?
5. Seeing shitty watermarks on shitty pictures. Well done, you just made your shit picture even shittier. As if anyone would want to use that piece of shit anyway. Erm
6. Not hearing back from Recruitment Consultants. They’re quite happy in their jobs and don’t feel the need to have to find any for other people. If you have the gall to point this out to them, you’re filed in a draw marked “hard work”. And then not given any.
7. Having to do typing tests when applying for administrative jobs. I’ve been typing since I was 10! Or something. Do they make brain surgeons operate in their interviews? Or plumbers fix the leaky tap in the interviewer’s kitchen? Do they make web designers design a website on the spot? “You have 15 minutes using this product information to build a website which uses our logo as a cursor and we want a charming ‘Meet the Team’ section using photos from our office parties including that one of Pauline’s posterior which she kindly photocopied for us but to get hold of it you’ll have to get her out of alcohol rehab first. GO!” I found the whole typing test thing surprising and an insult at first but now I understand it’s par for the course, no matter your level of experience.
Bonus anecdote: I once spent about 45 minutes putting Council documents in numerical order, then circling information on printed out spreadsheets which would’ve taken a fraction of the time HAD I ACTUALLY BEEN USING EXCEL LIKE I WOULD BE DOING IN THE ACTUAL JOB using Ctrl + F and practically stuffing letters into envelopes, which no doubt saved them paying some other poor lackey to do it. I wouldn’t be surprised if more companies start exploiting this and outsourcing work on the pretence of ‘holding an interview’.
8. Something happening to the scantily clad girl in the horror film when she runs upstairs instead of out the door in the haunted house. There’s no way out, you say? You’re trapped? Squeal away, little piggy. You could be dialling 999 in the phone booth across the road right now, woah, I’m sorry, 911. But no. That would be too easy, wouldn't it.
9. The little boy/girl that went missing/was murdered/fell off a donkey was a hero in the community, a sweet little thing that never did any wrong, people couldn’t help but melt into piles of gibbering gloop whenever they walked in the room, their laughter made the angels stop to listen, they were a straight A student destined for Oxford after the intended plan of taking a year out to visit orphanages in Africa. It’s practically an obituary they’re delivering, they’re not going to say what a little shit they were are they?! The paragraph where Uncle Alfie proudly describes how Alfie Junior’s first word was “c*nt” and his first act of giving to the community was embezzling the money he’d stolen from Auntie Sue’s purse into Woolworth’s Pic n Mix is suspiciously edited out.
10. Being informed I’ve won an Audi. If I had a pound for every time I’ve been told this, I’d be investing the total in a much better car than an Audi.