Jack Monroe #238 Honestly, they're like two stupid pigeons fighting over a discarded doughnut

Any choccies leftover?

  • Erm, no, it’s the 9th of January.

    Votes: 220 76.4%

  • Yes, lots, been saving them for weird pale rocky road.

    Votes: 68 23.6%
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Hollaaa said:
Can you imagine going into the garden on a sunny day to sign off some invoices or something like that because you're WFH and then deciding to chuck a bikini selfie on the work social media while you're at it?
No, no you can't. Because you're a professional 🌟
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And that would be the day your boss has Professionals in.

""Hang on that's those invoices I wanted."

*Click,bikini shot*

*Smirks from professionals* " erm yes that's my cook, she knows things"
 
Vlad's sending me ads for ugly, overpriced dresses...

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Lanie said:
I dare anyone working from home to just open up your work laptop for a meeting with your bikini on. If questioned say well, if the best cook that ever lived can do it on her work page why can't I?!
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No lie, we had a zoom meeting right at the beginnings of WFH, about home conduct on professional zoom calls. We were even advised to have our backgrounds plain as possible, and blurred if possible. What to wear too (no PJ's, boooo!). There was even a section on pets. Madness thinking back now!

I would have been disciplined to the moon and back if I had rocked up on screen in a bikini!
 
Walkdengirl said:
That's not the same dress, I actually like that one, but wouldn't wear the one jack's wanting to sell
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yeah, that one's nice. it's the beading and the clashing patterns that make jack's all a bit mumsnet

monsoon being jack's choice for a posh dress at like 22/23 is just the same sort of symptom of middle class aspiration as the cotswold sideboards and the smeg fridges. and the piano, the multiple radios, the william morris curtains... et fucking cetera. couldn't she have just gone on asos like the rest of us?!

all of this talk has reminded me of the time many, many years ago when me and my mam bumped into my auntie (her sister) in town and my mam glowered at my auntie's carrier bag, "oh, monsoon, is it? very nice"
 
kachoochoo said:
yeah, that one's nice. it's the beading and the clashing patterns that make jack's all a bit mumsnet

monsoon being jack's choice for a posh dress at like 22/23 is just the same sort of symptom of middle class aspiration as the cotswold sideboards and the smeg fridges. and the piano, the multiple radios, the william morris curtains... et fucking cetera. couldn't she have just gone on asos like the rest of us?!

all of this talk has reminded me of the time many, many years ago when me and my mam bumped into my auntie (her sister) in town and my mam glowered at my auntie's carrier bag, "oh, monsoon, is it? very nice"
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So very true. It's a symptom of a very pre-recession middle class, too; buying things that depreciate in value from the moment you buy them because they're mass-produced and "of the moment", vs. the very upper crust thing of hanging on to a chair that looks scabby but is in fact some rare Georgian specimen that'll probably cover the children's school fees if things get dire.

All appearances, but no substance.

ETA: I obviously owned the fated dress, but I am also a fair bit older than Jack, and very honest about the fact I'm a knob.
 
Hollaaa said:
Can you imagine going into the garden on a sunny day to sign off some invoices or something like that because you're WFH and then deciding to chuck a bikini selfie on the work social media while you're at it?
No, no you can't. Because you're a professional 🌟
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I remember the early days of lockdown wfh. Blazing sun. I had a zoom training thing. I thought I'd take full advantage of the unique sitch, nobody would be seeing me online (huge conference) so I thought fuck it and on with the bikini and out with the perishing vintage garden sun lounger.
You've guessed it, my Mediterranean arse sunk right through the now perished lounger, laptop dropped on the floor.
By the time I'd pulled my shit together again I'd missed the chance to log in to my first lockdown zo and they had reached full capacity.
Oh those halcyon days of whf being a sweet summer novelty in the middle of a dystopian nightmare.
Just thank LJC that by the time the dystopian nightmare became my real life nightmare, i found this nefarious cabal of heinous ninnies. Mithering day and night and maintaining a fine balance between comedy, pure drilled down facts, unbridled wonderment and unfettered surrealism.
 
Shawads said:
I remember the early days of lockdown wfh. Blazing sun. I had a zoom training thing. I thought I'd take full advantage of the unique sitch, nobody would be seeing me online (huge conference) so I thought fuck it and on with the bikini and out with the perishing vintage garden sun lounger.
You've guessed it, my Mediterranean arse sunk right through the now perished lounger, laptop dropped on the floor.
By the time I'd pulled my shit together again I'd missed the chance to log in to my first lockdown zo and they had reached full capacity.
Oh those halcyon days of whf being a sweet summer novelty in the middle of a dystopian nightmare.
Just thank LJC that by the time the dystopian nightmare became my real life nightmare, i found this nefarious cabal of heinous ninnies. Mithering day and night and maintaining a fine balance between comedy, pure drilled down facts, unbridled wonderment and unfettered surrealism.
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We should probably give Jack some tips for distracting us from the horror that was lockdown as I look back fondly and just remember timing my work breaks and meetings so I could watch DKL 😁
 
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