My initial reaction was that He should make a break for it and go for a tour round the Universe. However four hours won’t get Him past Barcelona, a quick visit to the Cathederal, and possibly a nice tapas experience.
I said He could have four hours, or while I am asleep. If I don’t wake up the deal is His and he can puss off for as long as he likes!
This is on the basis that the North Star decides to put itself back in the right spot.
They can work it out between themselves. I retired I am not fucking sorting out any more staffing issues.
Someone actually said ‘I am not working to pay your bloody mortgage’.
Guess what, If I had tried to sack this person I would have been fined under tribunal. I continued to employ this person and suffer the financial loss of doing so.
Um... the building is where we work Lovey! You don’t want to help pay the mortgage, fine. Don’t expect me to keep your job open...Is what I would have liked to say.
Except as a third status country Jersey has to abide by EU rules.
Wonder why the U.K. voted out of the EU.
Very dependable and stoic that Moon of Ours.
The conditions for not bogging off now or later; are not to fucking colonise and get the fucking scrap off that previous interlopers left lying about. Without kicking up any more dust or pinching any more rocks.
There is a territorial issue here that Mr Moon would like to invoke. He is going for the rivers thing. Exceptional status? If you say so Mr Moon, we love what you do for us in the tidal department. Heck if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be on course for shit anyway, so who is arguing?
Mr Moon would like to point out that He keeps us in orbit. He has slightly adjusted his attitude, but will definately drop,it again if we put any telemetry on his territory. He is pretty adamant about this stuff. If we puss with Him at all any more He is definately going tomfuck off and leave us to our own devices and personal satellites.
In the Satelite department He is designated as Numero UNO, and definately doesn’t want any interfererence from anybody. Not one more footstep.
( So we obviously did trample on the Moon then, I had my doubts).
He has a very important job to do without having probes up His backside, or bother with looking after colonies.
If you want to colonise something, go colonise Mars. Or even better Mercury. Go fry yourselves.
Piss of and let me do my job in peace...
Well there you go, we might need to look for a new North Star!
Anyway the staffing issues seem to have resolved themselves selves fairly quickly!
Thank goodness we won’t be spinning off to the outer reaches of the Solar system and beyond as a rogue planet... I will sleep,better for knowing Mr Moon is at His Shining Best tonight and throwing the most amazing Moon shadows I have ever seen.
The accolades and fan mail are quite unwarrented says Mr Moon. Just doing my job. However bouncing telemetry off my parameters is also unwarranted and an intrusion of my privacy so fuck off and use your own satellites now you have them. Otherwise the South Pole will melt in entirety, and you can all go fishing in waterworld.
Well that about wraps it up on the negotiations front. Might as well remember the moment and get some kip! I do enjoy being me it’s so alternative.
Anyway get a trade union Lawyer to sort it out. The fucking bankers would twist the meaning of what Mr Moon and I agreed until they were mining for Swiss Cheese. No dice here boys. Fucking step another foot you will have us all over in Andromeda and freezing to death on the way.
Anyone still worried about a chunk of space rock coming our way in ten years time? Do the fucking maths again!
Mr Moon. I love you just the way you are... dependably altruistic and untouchable.
Dont ask me to explain this rant to the Husband!
I said He could have four hours, or while I am asleep. If I don’t wake up the deal is His and he can puss off for as long as he likes!
This is on the basis that the North Star decides to put itself back in the right spot.
They can work it out between themselves. I retired I am not fucking sorting out any more staffing issues.
Someone actually said ‘I am not working to pay your bloody mortgage’.
Guess what, If I had tried to sack this person I would have been fined under tribunal. I continued to employ this person and suffer the financial loss of doing so.
Um... the building is where we work Lovey! You don’t want to help pay the mortgage, fine. Don’t expect me to keep your job open...Is what I would have liked to say.
Except as a third status country Jersey has to abide by EU rules.
Wonder why the U.K. voted out of the EU.
Very dependable and stoic that Moon of Ours.
The conditions for not bogging off now or later; are not to fucking colonise and get the fucking scrap off that previous interlopers left lying about. Without kicking up any more dust or pinching any more rocks.
There is a territorial issue here that Mr Moon would like to invoke. He is going for the rivers thing. Exceptional status? If you say so Mr Moon, we love what you do for us in the tidal department. Heck if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be on course for shit anyway, so who is arguing?
Mr Moon would like to point out that He keeps us in orbit. He has slightly adjusted his attitude, but will definately drop,it again if we put any telemetry on his territory. He is pretty adamant about this stuff. If we puss with Him at all any more He is definately going tomfuck off and leave us to our own devices and personal satellites.
In the Satelite department He is designated as Numero UNO, and definately doesn’t want any interfererence from anybody. Not one more footstep.
( So we obviously did trample on the Moon then, I had my doubts).
He has a very important job to do without having probes up His backside, or bother with looking after colonies.
If you want to colonise something, go colonise Mars. Or even better Mercury. Go fry yourselves.
Piss of and let me do my job in peace...
Well there you go, we might need to look for a new North Star!
Anyway the staffing issues seem to have resolved themselves selves fairly quickly!
Thank goodness we won’t be spinning off to the outer reaches of the Solar system and beyond as a rogue planet... I will sleep,better for knowing Mr Moon is at His Shining Best tonight and throwing the most amazing Moon shadows I have ever seen.
The accolades and fan mail are quite unwarrented says Mr Moon. Just doing my job. However bouncing telemetry off my parameters is also unwarranted and an intrusion of my privacy so fuck off and use your own satellites now you have them. Otherwise the South Pole will melt in entirety, and you can all go fishing in waterworld.
Well that about wraps it up on the negotiations front. Might as well remember the moment and get some kip! I do enjoy being me it’s so alternative.
Anyway get a trade union Lawyer to sort it out. The fucking bankers would twist the meaning of what Mr Moon and I agreed until they were mining for Swiss Cheese. No dice here boys. Fucking step another foot you will have us all over in Andromeda and freezing to death on the way.
Anyone still worried about a chunk of space rock coming our way in ten years time? Do the fucking maths again!
Mr Moon. I love you just the way you are... dependably altruistic and untouchable.
Dont ask me to explain this rant to the Husband!
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