But you wouldn't have to work by candlelight because you've unscrewed the lightbulbs & surely the price of a coffee (that you don't drink) negates the extortionate amount of gas used to heat your teeny-tiny rented property.
Remember in the olden days (about 3 weeks ago, when she was giddy after the double bodysuit superspreading photo shoot ) when she danced naked into the room when BB was on a work zoom call.There is no way on earth she and Mrs J (remember when she was called that!!!!) needed to be 'crammed in'
Spare room and dining room. Also plenty room on landing for 'home office' so get tae fuck with your 'small house'
At the height of lockdown I did zoom calls sitting on my stairs because there was bugger all space. One girl on my team did it from her shed because she had toddlers marauding round the place.
Oh and work in an office? Jesus wept, can you imagine it?
@BlendedSlop we pretty much wrote the same thing, great minds...
I take a strange comfort in knowing she was insufferable then as wellI followed Jack on Twitter in Allegra days. She was always in and out of hospital then and talking about binding every day until she was ‘advised by the Dr to stop’. I wish I had been on Tattle the day she started calling herself Dr Jack Monroe after getting one of those honorary awards, even the Twitterati weren’t having it.
Forgive me as i'm not in the 'industry', but is Pret a small local cafe in restaurant parlance?
I think this is why I started following this thread over lockdown. I have an Elevenrifer work mate - as we're all WFH I'm quite happy to not have to listen to her inanities, but Jack has now replaced her.Jack in an office...
“Oh you’d never believe the kind of day I had yesterday...”
“Ok.”
“Cos I had a massive delivery of free frozen fish but I didn’t know and by chance I was scurrying around my massive porch like a Victorian street urchin but LUCKILY I had all these cool curvy freeze bags and loads of time and freezer space. So I separated them, with no help mind, and photographed them on my kitchen table and then I put them away.”
“So did you have fish for dinner then?”
“Fuck no, are you mad? I went out hunting for cold fish and chips and took a photo of that too.”
“Ok...I just need to...be away from you.”
If I was Louisa, I'd flee as soon as I could. She was stuck there for COVID / Coronavirus reasons and had to put up with Jack's passive aggressiveness over picking up socks / waking her up to tell her about Monroasties / wailing about how ill *she* (Jack) is etc etc. And that's BEFORE you think about the food she's had to endure.Has she though? Sounds like it was shoehorned into the conversation in an attempt to clarify the muddiedpuddleswaters regarding the BB situation.
<Quick! Over there! Shiny things..err, Pret wraps>
What exactly does she do at these festivals? Provide food at a stall? Have cookery demonstrations? make speeches about how poor she was for 6 months 10 years ago? Attempt to murder a song on stage, even though she is so, so, so nervous about singing she can't even do it in a bare room with only her phone to record it?Yes you probably lost some festival and events work
Thank fuck, I have no idea what ribolita is either, or the eggy fish thing, or the thing beginning with p she was arseing on about yesterday.nopeI never know what she’s on about, still have zero idea what a ribolita is
imagine paying for a festival ticket and then she gets up on the stage to sing and talk about being poorWhat exactly does she do at these festivals? Provide food at a stall? Have cookery demonstrations? make speeches about how poor she was for 6 months 10 years ago? Attempt to murder a song on stage, even though she is so, so, so nervous about singing she can't even do it in a bare room with only her phone to record it?
What in the name of all things Holy does she do at a festival that she deserves payment for?
Usually they either cook something while everyone watches/, or have a sort of interview at the front of the tent... and then you can buy a signed book. Perfect for Jack as she can do the origin story and then have people give her a load of book money.What exactly does she do at these festivals? Provide food at a stall? Have cookery demonstrations? make speeches about how poor she was for 6 months 10 years ago? Attempt to murder a song on stage, even though she is so, so, so nervous about singing she can't even do it in a bare room with only her phone to record it?
What in the name of all things Holy does she do at a festival that she deserves payment for?
Like a large proportion of the population love, who usually have office based jobs
The ultimate buzzkill.imagine paying for a festival ticket and then she gets up on the stage to sing and talk about being poor
I noticed that I really have to watch my facial expressions on zoom. I eye roll and grimace a lot at stupid suggestions. Being aware of your face for a 3 hour zoom call is tiring!I think this is why I started following this thread over lockdown. I have an Elevenrifer work mate - as we're all WFH I'm quite happy to not have to listen to her inanities, but Jack has now replaced her.
This colleague used to sit at her desk and loudly exclaim 'Oh My God!' and there'd always be someone stupid enough to ask 'What's up?' And then the drama monologue would begin... always some nonsense, always Me Me Me.
We have Zoom group calls where she rabbits on and on, and sometimes I have caught myself eye rolling on screen
I've been working from home and I hate it and never want to do it again. However, I also know I'm lucky to be working from home so I feel really guilty when I grumble about it. I also know I'm lucky that my shared flat (I RENT) has a decent-sized living room with a large table at one end, as well as a kitchen that's also big enough for a table. Means, even when my housemate needs to work from home, that we have enough space. I know there are people in large HMO's where there is no space to work and people are having to do it from their bedrooms.
Someone mentioned up thread about her desperate pleads for attention to her parents (I'm ill, bring me soup). I get the impression that she's got a chip on her shoulder about the fostering - all those comments about the 'assortment of foster children' growing up or how she helped 'parent' these kids. I suspect she didn't get the attention she wanted growing up - and maybe her feelings there are legitimate and her problems did get ignored - but she needs to see one of her three therapists on speed dial about that.
Conquering her fears, of course!What exactly does she do at these festivals? Provide food at a stall? Have cookery demonstrations? make speeches about how poor she was for 6 months 10 years ago? Attempt to murder a song on stage, even though she is so, so, so nervous about singing she can't even do it in a bare room with only her phone to record it?
What in the name of all things Holy does she do at a festival that she deserves payment for?
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