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For all the complaining about foreigners- they are a million times more pleasant to deal with in shops, aka. Eastern Europeans know their customer service and take pride in their work.
Gen Z Irish cashiers meanwhile are rude and ignorant little fuckers. If I had my way they'd be out of the job and replaced with non-nationals / self-checkout.
Gen Z Irish cashiers meanwhile are rude and ignorant little fuckers. If I had my way they'd be out of the job and replaced with non-nationals / self-checkout.
Mowl
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Frozen pizzas and slabs of Dutch Gold won't make for interesting reading, Jimmy.
Try another tack.
I refuse to use the self-service check-out.
Even though it's clearly far easier to shoplift if you use the self-service, and I've seen people simply walk through the scanning area and out the door.
None of them were indigenous Finns, mind you: petty theft was unheard of up here until a few years back when Finland decided to up her game and modernize the whole shopping experience to something along the lines of what you have in Ireland. Previous to around 2003, shopping outside the city center had a sort of quazi-Soviet vibe to it. The desk clerks were a million miles away, greetings weren't common, conversations even less so, but I soldiered on and maintained my open-minded friendliness and eventually the tides turned to what we have today: happy workers and happy customers, all in it together.
But I know what you mean about Irish cashiers: the Tesco in Ballyfermot has a check-out decorated with Mary Byrne's photos and loads of pink balloons.
You had to laugh.
AN4
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I suggested that you start the thread. Food & Drink is a happy place for you, no?
Like more of a challenge do you
I use the self-service myself but make no mistake, it's a - "Fuck off, do it yourself.", that's how Dave likes his service (he'd probably cook his own steak if they told him to)
On the plus side, almost all of the staff in my local supermarket are Irish and white
Mowl
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I use precisely NONE of the listed services.
DIY
Not particularly: I eat very well, but not the usual routine of meals most people are accustomed to.
I eat a late supper, usually a few hours before sleeps; that's what works for me.
Coffee for breakfast (these days it's instant - usually, doctor's orders) and some juice.
No time or interest for lunch.
Evening time: prepare and cook chosen supper, mix a Bellini, take sauna, eat, sleep - sometimes alone.
Nope, I don't shoplift - a mark like that? On my record? Are you completely fucking stupid?
Petty theft is for the idiots, and the desperate, but neither can avoid the law: all shops will prosecute, cops will be called, you will be escorted out of the mall in cuffs, your sins laid bare. The courts will process your case and it will involve proportionate penalties. No matter your social level, you will be penalized according to your income/wealth.
This in formation will be available via your record to a number of institutions, and you can't access it to alter or delete it.
Steal for kicks? Police/Court/Probation Services.
Steal to feed the kids? Police/Social Services/Court/Probation Services.
Steal because you were all fucked up on drugs? Police/Social Services/Court/Probation Services/Jail.
Steal habitually? Police/Social services/Court/Probation Services/Jail.
It's not a serious enough offence for deportation, but deportation after incarceration is an option for more serious crimes.
Community services can arrange placements at a number of points:
Free food lines.
Courtyard maintenance services around (non-private) semi-state public housing.
Roadways and motorways general services.
Public transport cleaning services.
Roads and pavements maintenance.
Parks and green spaces.
Clean-up operations after large-scale public events.
Plus many more positions: one will be chosen for you if you don't choose for yourself.
So you see: petty theft of any sort will not be tolerated.
Maybe you should update your tag-line accordingly, you stupid cunt.
I'm sure you service yourself more than once a day.
To whom?
What?
Almost?
By design or by chance?
Which brand of store is it?
Tesco?
Bashir Singh's Cornershop & Off License?
Lidl/Aldi?
Dunne's Stores?
Other?
The one that made me laugh is the Indian/Pakistani/whatever Asian food takeaway in upper Ballyfermot. The Dad ran the joint and his son was second in command. They disliked each other intensely and there were always rows between the two of them during business hours. The locals thought them hilarious. Then they had a serious scrap and the son resigned. The Dad kept on the business as usual. Then the son opened another takeaway NEXT DOOR to his Dad's shop, and called it by the same name.
They had even worse scraps, sometimes spilling out onto the street and their respective shops wrecked by each other.
They're still there, still fighting, still with the yelling and screaming, and still ripping off each other's recipes on the listed menu items.
I wanted to visit when I was home last September, but events didn't allow for it.
I learned to earn my money from a very young age.
I chose drums: not a cheap option for a kid, even a pair of sticks cost a week's wages on the paper round back then.
Dave, have you ever felt like that when you returned to the motherland?
Nope, the only time I hear my actual name outside the family home is at the airport security desk on arrival.
Everyone else calls me Mowl.
But it happens all the time in Finland, and I enjoy it - in fact, I reinforce their off-pronunciation and tell them they're bang on.
I've been 'Dai-Heeti, Deity, Die-tee', and on one occasion 'Taig'.
That one was on an envelope sent to me by a local business with whom I spoke to an assistant of by phone; I spelled out my name verbally and that's what she came back with. Oh, and my second name? O'Lerig.
Taig O'Lerig.
You have to laugh.
I did.
AN4
Member
That's the norm in my local supermarket, but like I said, it's mostly Irish and white
The local Spar is different, the (cheapskate) Irish manger/owner replaced all the (I think mostly local) Irish kids with Indians..
Trying to communicate with a 75 IQ jeet who can't speak English is a nightmare
AN4
Member
You can't have your usual strop.. my tag-line [sic] are exactly the words you posted here, verbatim. And the meaning was clear - you're nothing more than a common thief
And please don't pretend that you're worried about the social services clamping down on you
I'm sure you service yourself more than once a day.
To whom?
What?
Almost?
By design or by chance?
Which brand of store is it?
Tesco?
Bashir Singh's Cornershop & Off License?
Lidl/Aldi?
Dunne's Stores?
Other?
The one that made me laugh is the Indian/Pakistani/whatever Asian food takeaway in upper Ballyfermot. The Dad ran the joint and his son was second in command. They disliked each other intensely and there were always rows between the two of them during business hours. The locals thought them hilarious. Then they had a serious scrap and the son resigned. The Dad kept on the business as usual. Then the son opened another takeaway NEXT DOOR to his Dad's shop, and called it by the same name.
They had even worse scraps, sometimes spilling out onto the street and their respective shops wrecked by each other.
They're still there, still fighting, still with the yelling and screaming, and still ripping off each other's recipes on the listed menu items.
I wanted to visit when I was home last September, but events didn't allow for it.
I learned to earn my money from a very young age.
I chose drums: not a cheap option for a kid, even a pair of sticks cost a week's wages on the paper round back then.
Nope, the only time I hear my actual name outside the family home is at the airport security desk on arrival.
Everyone else calls me Mowl.
But it happens all the time in Finland, and I enjoy it - in fact, I reinforce their off-pronunciation and tell them they're bang on.
I've been 'Dai-Heeti, Deity, Die-tee', and on one occasion 'Taig'.
That one was on an envelope sent to me by a local business with whom I spoke to an assistant of by phone; I spelled out my name verbally and that's what she came back with. Oh, and my second name? O'Lerig.
Taig O'Lerig.
You have to laugh.
I did.
Style
Mowl
Member
I'm a pillar of the local community, Jimmy.
That's what comes of being an attractive personality with lots to offer.
Everyone knows me, everyone wants to be my friend, they greet me with a variety of pronunciations of my name every passing day.
It makes me laugh, and they think it's because I'm happy to see them, so we all win.
Taking silly childish risks like petty theft is for silly and childish idiots who get a full-on fright of their lives knowing their fate is in someone else's hands.
Even mine: back in the day (in my counter-jihad days in the Finnish language school) I'd be told who was who and who did what.
This information was not open or available to anyone below the level of senior/permanent staff - no part-timers.
On the flip side?
Neither have I ever been robbed of anything in all the years/decades I've lived here. I've lost expensive phones and they were always handed in to either the cops or the city 'Lost & Found' services. Same with a lost wallet. I had a bike returned after it was robbed: I reported it and gave in the serial number and type/description. Three weeks later I received an email that my bicycle was at the local police station. Perfect condition. Nothing missing or altered. Some fool took it to get home, then dumped it. Someone phones it in, it was collected, put into storage, an email issued, I came and collected it.
I rarely double-lock my windows and doors.
My apartment is accessible via the fire escape and roof walkways.
But anyone trying it would be spotted a mile off, so I don't worry about it.
Nobody really does, burglary isn't very common in the cities.
It'll definitely get you jail time if you're done for it, no question.
How about you?
Ever been caught robbing slabs from the cornershop and running for it?
Calling Pornthip Nugoyin a Paki-bastard?
Slipping a bag of Tayto into your pocket when he turns to get your bag of shag tobacco?
Of course, claiming the dole when you're really just a lazy cunt who refuses to work or do anything productive is a crime, but only if they catch you working. It doesn't seem to matter if you spend your days sitting on your hole blogging to complete strangers about all manner of shit.
But from a moral point of view?
Parasitical, leech-like, utterly useless, and totally non-gnationalistic.
Is must.
That's what comes of being an attractive personality with lots to offer.
Everyone knows me, everyone wants to be my friend, they greet me with a variety of pronunciations of my name every passing day.
It makes me laugh, and they think it's because I'm happy to see them, so we all win.
Taking silly childish risks like petty theft is for silly and childish idiots who get a full-on fright of their lives knowing their fate is in someone else's hands.
Even mine: back in the day (in my counter-jihad days in the Finnish language school) I'd be told who was who and who did what.
This information was not open or available to anyone below the level of senior/permanent staff - no part-timers.
On the flip side?
Neither have I ever been robbed of anything in all the years/decades I've lived here. I've lost expensive phones and they were always handed in to either the cops or the city 'Lost & Found' services. Same with a lost wallet. I had a bike returned after it was robbed: I reported it and gave in the serial number and type/description. Three weeks later I received an email that my bicycle was at the local police station. Perfect condition. Nothing missing or altered. Some fool took it to get home, then dumped it. Someone phones it in, it was collected, put into storage, an email issued, I came and collected it.
I rarely double-lock my windows and doors.
My apartment is accessible via the fire escape and roof walkways.
But anyone trying it would be spotted a mile off, so I don't worry about it.
Nobody really does, burglary isn't very common in the cities.
It'll definitely get you jail time if you're done for it, no question.
How about you?
Ever been caught robbing slabs from the cornershop and running for it?
Calling Pornthip Nugoyin a Paki-bastard?
Slipping a bag of Tayto into your pocket when he turns to get your bag of shag tobacco?
Of course, claiming the dole when you're really just a lazy cunt who refuses to work or do anything productive is a crime, but only if they catch you working. It doesn't seem to matter if you spend your days sitting on your hole blogging to complete strangers about all manner of shit.
But from a moral point of view?
Parasitical, leech-like, utterly useless, and totally non-gnationalistic.
Is must.
What's there to be patriotic about concerning Ireland anyway? It's a shithole for all but small, connected cliques, e.g. farmers, developers, auctioneers, solicitors, RTE workers etc. A bunch of self-serving spivs to boot.
Fuck Ireland, it's a kip if you're not connected. The only folks who hold romantic views of this country are 10th generation Yanks and Aussies who've never even visited the place, let alone having lived here.
Fuck Ireland, it's a kip if you're not connected. The only folks who hold romantic views of this country are 10th generation Yanks and Aussies who've never even visited the place, let alone having lived here.
Mowl
Member
I've tried for many years to find things to be proud of, but it's a pointless pursuit for any working class Irish person.
Ireland's a bitch: she lies, she cheats, she fucks around and has absolutely no pride whatsoever when it comes to the greasy till.
I don't miss anything about the place bar the family home and Phoenix Park, where I spent a lot of my youth.
I spent a lot of my childhood over the back wall investigating trains brought in to the shunting depot and the trains passing at night were a soundtrack to my life.
Now the depot is highly secured with alarms and powerful flood-lights that start up when a badger runs across the lines, or a bird lands in front of a spotlight.
The park too is no longer safe, what with the tents all over the place and the homeless washing in the Furry Glen pond.
Nothing lasts for long in Ireland.
If you're in with the right crowd, life's easy - if not, you're on your own.
Exactemont.
My family has been splintered by Ireland: all of us left for lives abroad, and my Mam actually considered this a great result. That we were strong and educated enough to make it abroad rather than go through what she and my father went through trying to raise us on a bus-driver's income.
Like many old Irish, she thinks making it in America is wonderful - same applied to England.
She's confused by Finland, but she's of an age where Finland was never even mentioned.
Like all the Nordic countries: they told us nothing about their many successes in school.
I had to find it all out for myself, but when I did?
I knew I landed in the right place at the right time.
Now it's paying off in spades and I couldn't be much happier, really.
In tune - fuck Ireland, fuck her institutions, fuck her bad debts, fuck her sleazy allegiances, and fuck her glorious dead.
Jambo can have it - all of it.
The shit, the sleaze, the debts, the lies, the rain, the cold and the damp, the endless ocean winds, Storm Dave, RTE, CIE, and the FCA.
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Mowl
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The Mowl is a patriotic Mowl to the Mowl's life and times.
I'm in it for me and me alone.
I don't pretend to care about my country of birth like twats of Jambo's confused state of mind.
Claims to be a patriot, a gnationalist, but for what I doubt he even knows himself.
If he was born in Guatemala, he'd probably be wrapped in their flag.
Same applies to England: he'd be waving their flag not knowing why he's so proud.
He can't even say what it is he's so nationalistic about, and I've asked him multiple times.
There are many Irish just as dumb as he is, they also wrap themselves in the tricolour and scream at the football matches.
They say it's the best little country in the world but then again they've never lived anywhere else.
I've tried telling the likes of Jimmy D what's really happening up here in the Nordic regions, but he still thinks Ireland's better.
You can't argue or reason with that sort of brick-headed stupidity.
So I don't bother any more: I just laugh at the sorry fucker and his miserable little routine he calls life.
It'll dawn on him eventually that he should have got up and left instead of sitting in front of his laptop all day and night.
What he's trying to sell doesn't even have a customer base to appeal to.
What the fuck he's so proud of remains a mystery, so I leave him to it.
I just drop in to laugh at the twat - he thinks he's so smart, but look at his reality?
Fucked.
Up.
I'm in it for me and me alone.
I don't pretend to care about my country of birth like twats of Jambo's confused state of mind.
Claims to be a patriot, a gnationalist, but for what I doubt he even knows himself.
If he was born in Guatemala, he'd probably be wrapped in their flag.
Same applies to England: he'd be waving their flag not knowing why he's so proud.
He can't even say what it is he's so nationalistic about, and I've asked him multiple times.
There are many Irish just as dumb as he is, they also wrap themselves in the tricolour and scream at the football matches.
They say it's the best little country in the world but then again they've never lived anywhere else.
I've tried telling the likes of Jimmy D what's really happening up here in the Nordic regions, but he still thinks Ireland's better.
You can't argue or reason with that sort of brick-headed stupidity.
So I don't bother any more: I just laugh at the sorry fucker and his miserable little routine he calls life.
It'll dawn on him eventually that he should have got up and left instead of sitting in front of his laptop all day and night.
What he's trying to sell doesn't even have a customer base to appeal to.
What the fuck he's so proud of remains a mystery, so I leave him to it.
I just drop in to laugh at the twat - he thinks he's so smart, but look at his reality?
Fucked.
Up.