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Despite my 19 years of being alive and loving the greatest club in the World, I've never been to an Old Firm game :anguish:

Anyway, being my first year with a season ticket, the first thing I did when the fixtures were announced was to march the Old Firm game off.

Got a text from a fellow cashier who informed me that my manager, who I have enough fucking beef with already, btw. Has took in upon herself to book a weekend holiday from the work for that weekend. Which she fucking tells me about today (she doesn't know I've been prewarned). So anyway, I was looking for some advice.

Do I take it like a man, and accept I can't go?

Or do I walk in, chin her, and leave William Hill forever?

Also, next Sunday, where should I drink pre match? :craphead:

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Despite my 19 years of being alive and loving the greatest club in the World, I've never been to an Old Firm game :anguish:

Anyway, being my first year with a season ticket, the first thing I did when the fixtures were announced was to march the Old Firm game off.

Got a text from a fellow cashier who informed me that my manager, who I have enough fucking beef with already, btw. Has took in upon herself to book a weekend holiday from the work for that weekend. Which she fucking tells me about today (she doesn't know I've been prewarned). So anyway, I was looking for some advice.

Do I take it like a man, and accept I can't go?

Or do I walk in, chin her, and leave William Hill forever?

Also, next Sunday, where should I drink pre match? :craphead:

Al do you have a few shifts that week? If so i would suggest a few shifts on the panel and there is fuck all they can do. Thats what i did for Eindhoven :crabflute:

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Despite my 19 years of being alive and loving the greatest club in the World, I've never been to an Old Firm game :anguish:

Anyway, being my first year with a season ticket, the first thing I did when the fixtures were announced was to march the Old Firm game off.

Got a text from a fellow cashier who informed me that my manager, who I have enough fucking beef with already, btw. Has took in upon herself to book a weekend holiday from the work for that weekend. Which she fucking tells me about today (she doesn't know I've been prewarned). So anyway, I was looking for some advice.

Do I take it like a man, and accept I can't go?

Or do I walk in, chin her, and leave William Hill forever?

Also, next Sunday, where should I drink pre match? :craphead:

You could give the ticket to RM's resident ticket agent Boab and then people can PM him for the ticket :sherlock:

I was in your bookies yesterday and had a nice wee win as well :)

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Get your Mum to phone your work on the Friday saying, "Hello, this is Alan's Mum. Alan's got a tummy upset and won't be in for a few days. In fact, I'm understating it by calling it a tummy upset. He's been shitting for Britain since last night. It's coming out his arse faster than he can wipe it up from the last visit. We've got shite on the floors, walls and ceilings of every room in the house thanks to this tummy upset and my back garden drying green is full to overflowing with Alan's clothes as he's shit on everything that he owns. Underpants, trousers, shirts, socks...you name it he's fired vat-loads of shit over them in the last 24-hours. My family and I are at our wits end - the boy has no more shit to give....yet more flies out of him by the hour......indeed, there he goes running past me again for another shit session (She cries out, "Alan....just use the bucket under the stair cupboard son......I'm still trying to get the shit marks off the bath from this morning!"). Where was I? Yes, anyway, as you can hear we've got a bit of a crisis in our hands and therefore I felt it only right to tell you that Alan won't be in for some time......at least not until we get to the bottom (Cries out "Oops.....sorry Alan!") of this tummy upset."

I may have overgilded the lilly ever-so-slightly.......but you'll get the drift.

PS. If you can't convince yer' Maw' to do this dastardly but necessary deed, stick your baws in a vice and phone them your self.

I guarantee the voice pitch will be high enough. :D

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Spend a couple of days building up to it, randomly running off to the toilet and whining about how rough you feel and get it in peoples head that you are ill and dont talk about the game to any work related people

That's a good idea if they don't know what you're up to. On no account should you post your intentions on a publicly viewable forum.

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Get your Mum to phone your work on the Friday saying, "Hello, this is Alan's Mum. Alan's got a tummy upset and won't be in for a few days. In fact, I'm understating it by calling it a tummy upset. He's been shitting for Britain since last night. It's coming out his arse faster than he can wipe it up from the last visit. We've got shite on the floors, walls and ceilings of every room in the house thanks to this tummy upset and my back garden drying green is full to overflowing with Alan's clothes as he's shit on everything that he owns. Underpants, trousers, shirts, socks...you name it he's fired vat-loads of shit over them in the last 24-hours. My family and I are at our wits end - the boy has no more shit to give....yet more flies out of him by the hour......indeed, there he goes running past me again for another shit session (She cries out, "Alan....just use the bucket under the stair cupboard son......I'm still trying to get the shit marks off the bath from this morning!"). Where was I? Yes, anyway, as you can hear we've got a bit of a crisis in our hands and therefore I felt it only right to tell you that Alan won't be in for some time......at least not until we get to the bottom (Cries out "Oops.....sorry Alan!") of this tummy upset."

I may have overgilded the lilly ever-so-slightly.......but you'll get the drift.

PS. If you can't convince yer' Maw' to do this dastardly but necessary deed, stick your baws in a vice and phone them your self.

I guarantee the voice pitch will be high enough. :D

:lol: :lol: :lol:

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Even though you have beef with her, and she probably won't take it to well. Just confront her and tell her, that she doesn't control your life and you can choose what to do. If she fires you for that reason then get her done. :D

I wouldn't let any cunt of a boss control what I do in my spare time, Especially a fucking women!!

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Let her know you're not happy with her, and what she's done, as it messes up plans you had made for this particular weekend. She should investigate all avenues to help you out, if she's a decent manager and person.

If she doesn't, go and get a Doctors Certificate around 2/3 days before the game. This way, she can do nothing about it, but she'll obviously know why you did it. She'll feel that she should have accommodated you initially.

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Get your Mum to phone your work on the Friday saying, "Hello, this is Alan's Mum. Alan's got a tummy upset and won't be in for a few days. In fact, I'm understating it by calling it a tummy upset. He's been shitting for Britain since last night. It's coming out his arse faster than he can wipe it up from the last visit. We've got shite on the floors, walls and ceilings of every room in the house thanks to this tummy upset and my back garden drying green is full to overflowing with Alan's clothes as he's shit on everything that he owns. Underpants, trousers, shirts, socks...you name it he's fired vat-loads of shit over them in the last 24-hours. My family and I are at our wits end - the boy has no more shit to give....yet more flies out of him by the hour......indeed, there he goes running past me again for another shit session (She cries out, "Alan....just use the bucket under the stair cupboard son......I'm still trying to get the shit marks off the bath from this morning!"). Where was I? Yes, anyway, as you can hear we've got a bit of a crisis in our hands and therefore I felt it only right to tell you that Alan won't be in for some time......at least not until we get to the bottom (Cries out "Oops.....sorry Alan!") of this tummy upset."

I may have overgilded the lilly ever-so-slightly.......but you'll get the drift.

PS. If you can't convince yer' Maw' to do this dastardly but necessary deed, stick your baws in a vice and phone them your self.

I guarantee the voice pitch will be high enough. :D

In tears here. Fucking superb :lol::praise:

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Take some laxatives on the wedenesday, leave a huge pile of shite in the work toilet for your manager to see, they will have worn off by the thursday or friday, just tell them your still shiteing like fuck and won't be in over the weekend.

Or kick her in the ovaries.

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get a distant relative to phone your work to announce your passing

then go to the game , get rat arsed and go into work the next day

and say the relative that phoned in for you is also a witchdoctor

and brought you back to life .

works everytime for me .

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