I have certainly heard 'big boy pants' used in the same context in the UK, though it's notable that in the UK, 'pants' means 'underwear' and not 'trousers', which makes the phrase rather more humorous IMO.Hey, what's some British Slang for 'act like a responsible adult'?
We're translating some of our traing for the UK. Their weapon system has a different number of missiles, the tubes are painted differently, the sailors have different uniforms, the subs a different configuration. Noting all that, i came across the avatar telling the learner, "But you won't panic, because you put your big boy pants on, today."
I doubt that '...your long trousers on, today,' will convey quite the same meaning.
WORKERS on a North Sea oil rig were told to put on their "big-boy pants" or quit if they were afraid of going on a helicopter - just days before four people died in a crash.
That sounds like a couple GS-12 pay grade government employees trying to fill their eight hours to justify their jobs. Obviously essential workers.Downtown, there is a building that once hosted my wife's doctor's office, and a VA office for mental health issues. The building was originally two separate structures, now connected thru a long hallway that slopes, a ramp between one building's 1st floor, and the other building's 2nd.
The one time i was there, an individual was walking down the ramp, adjusting the art on the walls so that the frames were aligned to the handrail, about the angle of a ski slope.
Ten feet behind him, another individual was pacing the first, moving the pictures back to vertical.
Every so often, thry nodded to each other.
The "Administrative Officer". Either let me telework or so help me god all make you all wish you were never born.That sounds like a couple GS-12 pay grade government employees trying to fill their eight hours to justify their jobs. Obviously essential workers.Downtown, there is a building that once hosted my wife's doctor's office, and a VA office for mental health issues. The building was originally two separate structures, now connected thru a long hallway that slopes, a ramp between one building's 1st floor, and the other building's 2nd.
The one time i was there, an individual was walking down the ramp, adjusting the art on the walls so that the frames were aligned to the handrail, about the angle of a ski slope.
Ten feet behind him, another individual was pacing the first, moving the pictures back to vertical.
Every so often, thry nodded to each other.
Back when I worked at Lockheed in the 80's there were a bunch of old, low energy guys who had long outlived their usefulness to the company, but apparently they had seniority and/or connections, so they managed to keep their salary and employment. They were just hanging on until their pension matured. If you looked at the org charts, they would be in a box connected directly to a manager, with the title of "Special Assignment". From what I could tell, their "special assignment" was to assign conference rooms, rearrange chairs, desks and file cabinets, order name tags and business cards for new employess, cite people for messy desks, inappropriate desk materials, etc. But mostly sitting at their desk nodding off and shuffling papers. Stuff a low performing kid out of high school could do. That was my first real experience with corporate waste, bloat and politics. All those rumors I heard as a kid were true afterall.That sounds like a couple GS-12 pay grade government employees trying to fill their eight hours to justify their jobs. Obviously essential workers.Downtown, there is a building that once hosted my wife's doctor's office, and a VA office for mental health issues. The building was originally two separate structures, now connected thru a long hallway that slopes, a ramp between one building's 1st floor, and the other building's 2nd.
The one time i was there, an individual was walking down the ramp, adjusting the art on the walls so that the frames were aligned to the handrail, about the angle of a ski slope.
Ten feet behind him, another individual was pacing the first, moving the pictures back to vertical.
Every so often, thry nodded to each other.
Damn! Where do I apply?Back when I worked at Lockheed in the 80's there were a bunch of old, low energy guys who had long outlived their usefulness to the company, but apparently they had seniority and/or connections, so they managed to keep their salary and employment. They were just hanging on until their pension matured. If you looked at the org charts, they would be in a box connected directly to a manager, with the title of "Special Assignment". From what I could tell, their "special assignment" was to assign conference rooms, rearrange chairs, desks and file cabinets, order name tags and business cards for new employess, cite people for messy desks, inappropriate desk materials, etc. But mostly sitting at their desk nodding off and shuffling papers. Stuff a low performing kid out of high school could do. That was my first real experience with corporate waste, bloat and politics. All those rumors I heard as a kid were true afterall.That sounds like a couple GS-12 pay grade government employees trying to fill their eight hours to justify their jobs. Obviously essential workers.Downtown, there is a building that once hosted my wife's doctor's office, and a VA office for mental health issues. The building was originally two separate structures, now connected thru a long hallway that slopes, a ramp between one building's 1st floor, and the other building's 2nd.
The one time i was there, an individual was walking down the ramp, adjusting the art on the walls so that the frames were aligned to the handrail, about the angle of a ski slope.
Ten feet behind him, another individual was pacing the first, moving the pictures back to vertical.
Every so often, thry nodded to each other.
I understand that rice cakes are not sold in Styrofoam trays so that the consumer won't be confused as to which part is edible.Then she threw the bag of rice cakes into thhe cart. And i don't mean, 'they then acquired rice cakes.'