......then put a fair bit of pressure on the pole to really scrub those windows.
I'm going to try this tomorrow - here's my plan.
MG (Grabbing Pole by throat) "Listen mate! I want you to work really hard today. I want you to really scrub those windows!"
Pole (Cowering away in abject terror) "I only get here from Warsaw to work for my family! I work hard for you! I not a slacker. I want to send zlotyies back home for my family!"
MG (Softening) "OK! As long as you understand! Me boss!"
Pole (Blood coming back into face) "I scrub for you!"
Next day after Polish worker has worked his little socks off and earned me loads because I "put a fair bit of pressure" on him to scrub harder!
MG (Pacing up and down muttering to self): "Where's that Pole? I'll wring his neck! The lazy perisher!"
MG (10 minutes later - phoning Pole): "Where are you? I'm warning you! It's back to the salt mines in Krackow for you if you don't get your cheeks around here right away!"
Pole: "You big-a bully! I not ever work for you again! I get nice job in warm at McDonalds, they treat me better - you always say scrub ze windows harder...no...no... the nice lady at immigration tells me we are all in EU now and I'm off double-quickski!. I soon earn enough to go back to my Irenka in Zakopane... Good bye!"
MG (Really miffed but resigned, writes note to self "Do not ever listen to Tosh and his advice to 'put a fair bit of pressure on the Pole to scrub the windows' again!)