u/No-Problem6578

I can empathise a bit, I remember in some jobs trying way too hard to impress people and it massively backfiring. And I remember one job where we had a mass intake of new starters and the culture shifted massively and I didn’t really feel part of the social vibe in that office (I subsequently naffed off).

But even David being half as prattish and half as complacent could’ve survived the merger. But the David that we saw is 100% responsible for his own downfall.

Maybe a silly question I know, but commuting to my job in London, taking the train, waking up, grabbing a coffee etc, got me thinking.

Was Rome in the morning just a horde of people walking to whatever market stall or blacksmith’s they worked at?

Did Caesar have to commute by foot to the forum?

What’s the deal?

Reposted to cover my reg (I’m an idiot)

I park in a car park about 5 min walk from my house because only affordable parking in Hemel Hempstead. I only drive for work and because I’m WFH, that can be once a week, once a day if demanded or once a month.

I go check my car and see that. No note, no acknowledgement I don’t know when it happened so what can I do? I call police and straight up say “this happened a week ago so I don’t know when”. I stupidly parked in the centre of that car park and I’ve only been in this town and that car park a couple weeks, I had no idea I was at risk but in the ten mins I was in that car park calling police about four teenagers come speeding in (one had full L plates) with no regards, so I can see what’s happened to my car really and now I feel stupid not parking at the side.

I called my insurers - because they can’t recover, it’s basically a fault claim, I lose my NCD, I pay £500 excess and I’m the one suffering.

Some scumbag has driven into a car park like a complete T*T, hit a PARKED car in a car park (I’m sorry but if you’re hitting a parked car in a car park then you’re driving like scum), and fled and didn’t leave a note on my windscreen. Absolute scum.

And now I lose 1/4 of my wages. I lose my NCD and I’m paying double an insurance policy next year.

Why’s life so unfair.

What’s your historical event analysed like a football pundit/fan?

Right now, I’m creating ElevenLabs audio and reading and re-reading so certain words make sense but given my beginner status, I’m really struggling with grammar and sentence structure.

I need somewhere to rant!

So, I'm on the M1 yesterday and I get the warning CHECK TYRE PRESSURE and I can feel and hear the tyre go. Luckily, services were only a mile away. I pull into the services and pull up next to the air and gas machine, the machine is situated near where the gas services for lorries are.

As I pull in, one lorry beeped another and the guy put his head out the window and screams "fuck off you c**t" at the top of his lungs, so my first thought is, wow these lorry drivers are tightly wound (which I was later proven to be true).

Anyway, I pump the tyre up. I'm checking the others, and I realise, this isn't just a flat, it's a full on puncture. I'm on my phone checking nearby repairs or what to do and a lorry is behind me. Bear in mind I'm at the air machine, so people often stop here, he motions with his hands to move, I say "I have a flat", he beeps, I say again, I have a flat, this **** sits on his horn going BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEP in his lorry, continuously, he is just non stop beeping. And he had space to go around me, I'm adamant.

The old me would lose it, I can have a bit of a bad temper, and I'd be screaming obscenities at him and stonewalling. But I actually tried to demonstrate stoicism, I told myself 'he's not the problem, the tyre is,' and with all the restraint in the world, I moved my car somewhere else.

Then I drive a further 10-20 miles into Dunstable (near Luton) and go to the first repair centre I find - 'no sorry, we don't have any tyres'. I go to another 'no sorry, we don't really do tyres'. Then I find a Halford's owned national TYRE centre and I get 'sorry, we can't book you in,'. At this point I've been driving on a full flat for an hour and I have to consider my breakdown recovery service. I go to another garage, and by that point I'm driving on the rim with a bit of soggy leather in-between. This guy tells me of a place two mins away, and he puts more air in the tyre as an emergency barrier.

I finally get somewhere, and these guys are super nice, have the right tyre and change it for just £71. When they pull the tyre out, the guy says 'that is the worst bulge I've ever seen'. Because I've been driving on a complete flat for so long, the tyre was literally ready to burst. I feel a bit stupid and naive, as for one I didn't have a spare, two I probably should've taken the safe option and got breakdown recovery right away and three driving for so long on the flat was stupid. But tbh, I've never broken down with a flat before, so it was a bit of a trial and error situation with me.

And of course, like the weirdo that I am, I replayed the arsehole lorry driver situation in my head over and over again, and wound myself up at letting that guy bully me off the road in a an already shit situation lol. But I still think, it was better than trying to 'win' a pathetic road battle.