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Previously on "Ever talked about your kids deliberately to gain sympathy over childless colleagues?"
To be honest mate, though out of principle I shouldn't agree with you getting preference, I sort of do at heart. I tuck away close to three bigguns every month, and still have plenty left for to take my brother and his family out, taxi his wife and kids home, then Sambuca shots more weekends than not. Those nephews/nieces I love but I know what a burden they are. But even if I were married/kids I'd STILL go contracting if possible.
And no, I'm PROUD of being single. I'm proud of still being able to pass as 20-something on a good day. I'm NEVER hiding my footloose badge of honour.
I assume you mean millions.
I hope you're a sockie. But I guess either way you're a bit of a twat
Would be interesting to see what the Dad's on here think about using family as a bargaining chip for sympathy .
I'm not a dad but I made up that I had a son to meet women, I called him Jake. I even went as far as going to a single parent meeting. How sad eh.
Anyway, I eventually pseudo adopted this child from a nutter women who tried to commit suicide, he kept coming round to my flat. I was always in because I live off the royalties to my late Dad's Xmas song.
I met this lovely women, she's in TV but because I do nothing she found me vacant anyway I said that Jake my son was taking up my free time, we bonded as she had a child.
Anyway to cut to the chase I ended up playing Guitar at "jakes" talent thing and this women fell in love with me and everyone moved into my small flat and took the mickey out of my old fashioned trainers. How we laughed.
Can't say it's something major I've noticed in the workplace. Some people take the piss, but some people always do - I see no correlation with family or not.
I suspect many of your workplace issues stem from the fact nobody likes you.
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