Sentences with phrase «like back room staff»

I think lots need changing at Arsenal like back room staff fitness coach a new number 2 that knows what he is doing.

Not exact matches

Not just players we need change back room staff we need new blood on the board and most of all we can get pep and must get him to take over now and give him freedom like AW has had

The structure of the club is wrong, and it is structured to make maximum profit for Kroenke, rather than like Sp * ds and Liverpool, who have invested in their back room staff, so they may not make as much profit, but every penny they spend is well spent.

The new manager will overhaul the back room staff New owner will have to invest in the team like our rival teams.SIMPLES!

If Jack Wilshere is allowed to leave then it shows that A, Wenger don't have a clue what to do with Jack, B, Wenger is like a football farmer, fatten up the English youngsters then flog em off while signing 2nd rate foreign boys, C, Wenger don't give a monkeys about any players who don't idolise him, Jack is future captain material but Wenger doesn't do captains, which is why when the games going against us we run round like 11 strangers with no leader, I will be glad when Wengers gone and taken his useless back room staff with him,

HOPE LIEN: We did stay in the hospital, it was a very small hospital but the staff there was extremely accommodating and they kind of were able to give us like our own little space and so we were kind of go back and forth between rooms and the baby would go back and forth between us and then yeah and we would also spend a lot of time with our birth mom and it was just it was a really memorable experience for sure.

I ended up trying on dresses in a back room feeling a bit freaked out by the whole thing, but it did at least eliminate one of the Raimon Bundo dresses I had been thinking of as it just didn't look quite right on me, and the very helpful staff there upon hearing that this was my first go at trying on wedding dresses assured me that sample sale days were not indicative of what it was usually like, so I decided to come back for a proper appointment.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.