Tuesday 7 September 2010

Whats got me grumpy..

A few things over the past week have made me grumpy. My head phones breaking, not getting enough sleep and still being grumpy about Ben Collins are all fine examples, but not enough to write about, so this week, since I haven't been grumpy about most of the headlines, or anything major in any way, I've decided to be grumpy about a number of little things I've spotted in the news. I want to start with one from today...

30st worker is laid off....
Now, I don't wish to insult anyone here... Weight is always a delicate issue, but, the guy worked in a factory where he had to climb on platforms to install something or rather. He suffers from diabetes and heart problems. Think to yourself and be honest... Would you employ a 30-Stone man for this type of job? The heart problems are enough to worry any employer, but then you have to think of your other employees out on the floor. What if, one day, he does blackout due to his blood sugar levels, You have a few issues here... 1) What the hell do you do? You don't know what he needs for his diabetes, you don't know what type he has and you can't run to the first aid box because all that in there is a rusty safety pin, three plasters and an empty box of Paracetamol. 2) What if he had fallen onto another employee? Then you have to worry about number 1 and now, a second injured employee. It's bad enough when two people crash into another, but it's worse when one is double the weight of the other. Again, I am genuinely trying not to insult anyone here. 3) What if there's a claim involved? This may sound selfish, but when your company is at risk, you have to be selfish, otherwise you'll go under, very quickly. And the claim thing goes for any accidents in the work place, but when you have someone with health issues working for you and they begin to creep into view, you're more likely to have accidents happening at work.

Anyway, that isn't really the part that bugged me, because even though he took up his employers offer of redundancy and despite his medical issues, he was refused incapacity allowance. This is what irritated me, because people who are completely capable of working get away with hundreds of moneys a year from incapacity allowance, and when someone genuinely needs it, they're turned away. Barry get £21.65 a week from Job-Seekers allowance. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. Just £21.65. I know people less than half his age getting £30 a week on Job Seekers. And they don't even go out and look for jobs.

35ft trees make neighbours angry n shit.
So you want some threes in your front garden? Well, no... It's horrible. If you did that, I wont be able to see your house, you'd get no sunlight into your living room, it would be an eye-sore AND anti-social.... And we don't want that now do we? Well apparently David Alvand did. He has a few small trees in his front garden, they're not even that noticeable at 35ft tall. His neighbours all hate him and want to council to sort it out because it's 'ugly'... Two things 1) THEY'RE TREES! On what planet are trees ugly? 2) Stop overreacting, it's his garden, if he wants to plant a few small trees, let him.

Mother brings baby back to life with her heartbeat.
I have to admit, I started off loving this story. It's an amazing thing, it really is. The idea that, essentially a cuddle brought that baby back into the realm of the living. Then someone thought it would be a great idea for the parents to go travelling around the world with said baby, promoting the technique... Calling it 'Kango Care' (Because Kangaroo use a similar technique to keep their young warm) This is where I got grumpy. Not only is that a ridiculously stupid name, but going around telling women that hugging their dead babies is just cruel. It's giving them yet another false hope. Yes, it worked for this women, doesn't mean it will work for you. And then someone had the audacity to call it a 'miracle'... No it isn't. It's called SCIENCE. It's a basic biological method of survival. I did that same thing when I was maybe 12 years old. Not with a baby, but with a kitten. When our little Louie was born, he wasn't breathing, my immediate reaction was to grab a towel and rub his chest. He's now 10 years old and alive because of me. It's the same thing with this story, except with a heartbeat instead of a hand and a towel. It's naturally built into every living thing. You respond to vibrations and temperatures. It is very far from being a 'miracle'.






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