Imagine your peak happiness is when the sun is shining.
This is what I can’t stand. Love holidays, who doesn’t? But if you hate your life that much and the mundane ordinary of it all, go broaden your horizons and live somewhere else or at least travel more and properly. She could get a job in sales or travel which meant she could travel for work. She just puts up with a tit job and whinges and then thinks a cruise is the height of adventure and glamourI appreciate she cant really do it with Ivys Dad living in England but if I was her and my whole mood was affected by the weather I would be making serious thoughts to moving somewhere sunnier.
My life is not a bed or roses, infact its really hard alot of the time but Im not as miserable as Robyn.
I cannot imagine being that unhappy and taking zero steps to change it.
Because she would actually have to work then. She can get away with doing the bare minimum whilst she’s been fisted by the spoons manager. I don’t think any other work place would actually stand for her tit to be honest. Imagine working with her, Christ almighty you would dread every single shiftIt would probably do her the world of good to change jobs, have some independence from chicken man and work with some women her own age and possibly become friends with. Imagine if she got a job in Matalan or a supermarket, she'd buzz off the discount and still be able to use Weatherspoons all over the country.
And why does she need so many of them??What’s her obsession with cheap and tacky clothes?![]()
I thought she was going full time? I work more than her and I’m part timeDo we think she works 15 hours a week to also claim?
I did too but doesn't seem to be?I thought she was going full time? I work more than her and I’m part time![]()
I’m not sure, she whinges about getting up at 4am but I dunno how many hours she’s actually working after thatI did too but doesn't seem to be?
Was she working less hours before to do the 15 per week? Did she do a long day on a Friday or am I thinking of something else?
How terrible that he wants to play on his scooter.Wow, asking for food and toys, that Mason sure is a CON artist.
I know, imagine having to get up off her fat arse to get his scooter… what a cheek the child hasWow, asking for food and toys, that Mason sure is a CON artist.