Small town attitude

LadyMacBeth_ wrote: »

I take the bus.

You are making me even more envious!

Biggest lickspittle on boardz wrote: »

It's just that in towns and cities you wouldn't know as many people locally. But the one's that are known, become part of the news and gossip.

In cities gossiping about people you know is replaced with gossiping about celebrities.

That's always been there, if anything it's gotten much better, go back to ancient civilizations and gossip was really nasty and nothing could be done about it. They would use graffiti to put gossip up on the walls so the people being gossiped about would know exactly what's being said about them, and it would become as credible as actual facts.

pilly wrote: »

Okay, I started off the day in great form, it's a Friday and the sun is shining etc.

But I work in a tiny village where there the majority of employees live in the same village and have done all their lives.

Sometimes the attitude does my head in and other times I can laugh it off.

You know the type the I'm talking about "now she's cousins with so and so who got your one pregnant and then left her and then she had another baby for so and so"

Today though is a more serious situation. One of the lads in the factory next to us committed suicide and they have nothing better to do here than gossip and why, when, what, where etc.

I'm trying to not even reply but I feel like I'm going to explode and say "get a fcuking life and don't be dissecting others".

The things they're speculating about are atrocious and half of them probably aren't true, I don't know and don't need to know. It's horrible.

Help me stay sane through the day Boardsies.

I'm the opposite. I have a small town attitude but work in Dublin.

My pace can be a bit slower than those I work with but I make lists and keep on top of things.

I try to be nice in a fairly simple and humble way but I feel like the office resembles the set of expose or something.

I'm actually quite terrified of the place, but keep going for the money and opportunities.

Fierce isn't too strong a word to describe my colleagues and the people on the journey on the way in.

The people near you on the tram sense if your eyes drift towards their feet while reading the phone, and tend to move them or whatever.

I pretty much do the same type of things most days but the context shifts wildly. Sometime I'm liked and other times hated with a vengeance - whereby colleagues will make growling noises in my direction.

All in all, being from outside Dublin once made you think it was the holy grail but experience has taught me to be ruthless in terms of cutting through the bull**** that goes along with the place.

pilly wrote: »

Growling noises? Do you work with dogs?

That what it sounds like to me. Maybe I'm just a bit sensitive.

Just what they used to call 'Village Pump Gossip', isn't it.

All I ever get here is, " They pulled so and so out of the lake, this morning. " Or, " That young lad, who ever, shot himself. " " He's died. Cancer. " So on and so forth. And never another word spoken, of it or them.

I recently found out a local man had died, about three weeks after being diagnosed. My neighbour brought me a bale down and, as I shut the hay shed, I said; " What about ye man there! Three weeks?! " Pat just nodded grimly. Averted his eyes and drove off.

Vita nova wrote: »

Bet you wouldn't call them that to their faces

you mean faeces? sorry was just trying to say that in a culchie accent

Neon_Lights wrote: »

you mean faeces? ...

No, but if that's what you're into then knock yourself out.

Neon_Lights wrote: »

meowww, the skatty skittery culchie has claws

Don't know who you're talking about but would you like a saucer of milk to go with that remark?