work shifts oor Kornies

work shifts

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

korow

Soortgelyke frases

work shift
kor

voorbeelde

work shift
/ kor / n.m /

manner - style - work shift
kor ( masculine noun ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

work shift
/ kor / / /

manner - style - work shift
kor [hanow gorow] [disamstyryans]

manner - style - work shift
kor masculine noun

manner - style - work shift
kor [ hanow gorow ]

work shifts
/ korow / / /

work shift
/ kor / hanow gorow / /

work shift
kor [hanow gorow]

n. radn f. -ow; kevradn f. -ow; part m. -ys; shara m., pl. sherys WJ, WB; parth f. -ow; s. of work. See 'shift'.
n. radn f. -ow; kevradn f. -ow; part m. -ys; shara m., pl. sherys WJ, WB; parth f. -ow; s. of work. See 'shift'.

allocation n. radn f. -ow; kevradn f. -ow; part m. -ys; parth f. -ow; For work a., see 'shift'.
allocation n. radn f. -ow; kevradn f. -ow; part m. -ys; parth f. -ow; For work a., see 'shift'.

duty (n.) 1 a devar; b business; task charjanz; c task; work jebber; d shift; watch kardhweyth; e shift; contribution rann; 2 drett, toll
duty (n.) 1 a devar; b business; task charjanz; c task; work jebber; d shift; watch kardhweyth; e shift; contribution rann; 2 drett, toll

shift n. work cor ~ coor m. -ow d; stemm m., pl. stebmow d; stemmyn m.;
shift n. work cor ~ coor m. -ow d; stemm m., pl. stebmow d; stemmyn m.;

a. functioning a gerth; üjy ow mos a-dro; people üjy ow lavürya; w. party, team para m., pl. parys > para whel m. -ys whel; men coscor col.; working group bagas gweythresek m. -ow gweythresek, or, in context bagas m. -ow; or shift cor ~ coor m. -ow d; stemm m., pl. stebmow d; stemmyn m.
a. functioning a gerth; üjy ow mos a-dro; people üjy ow lavürya; w. party, team para m., pl. parys > para whel m. -ys whel; men coscor col.; working group bagas gweythresek m. -ow gweythresek, or, in context bagas m. -ow; or shift cor ~ coor m. -ow d; stemm m., pl. stebmow d; stemmyn m.

The post holder will work with our partners in the voluntary, public and private sector to maximise the Cornish Language Unit’s contribution to corporate, sector and community priorities and deliver our vision to reverse language shift and to see Cornish actively used, enjoyed and thriving as a minority language.
Synser an soodh a wra oberi gans agan keskowetha y’n ranngylgh poblek ha privedh dhe ughboyntegi kevro an Unnses Yeth Kernewek dhe ragwiryow korforek, ranngylgh ha kemeneth, ha delivra agan gwelesigeth dhe worthtreylya gwayans yeth ha dhe weles Kernewek usys yn few, omjersys ha seweni avel yeth minoryta.

The post holder will work with our partners in the voluntary, public and private sector to maximise the Cornish Language Unit’s contribution to corporate, sector and community priorities and deliver our vision to reverse language shift and to see Cornish actively used, enjoyed and thriving as a minority language. If it is unsuitable or unsafe it can have long lasting effects on our health and wellbeing.
Synser an soodh a wra oberi gans agan keskowetha y’n ranngylgh poblek ha privedh dhe ughboyntegi kevro an Unnses Yeth Kernewek dhe ragwiryow korforek, ranngylgh ha kemeneth, ha delivra agan gwelesigeth dhe worthtreylya gwayans yeth ha dhe weles Kernewek usys yn few, omjersys ha seweni avel yeth minoryta.

But this was not the case – and I was perfectly capable of driving this thing, at low speed and in low gears, for the required distance. For you see, during my previous Summer holidays, I had worked in the yard at IPEC (a now-defunct trucking firm). I was, of course, only paid to load trucks but, from time to time, I was called upon to shift trucks in the yard to get them out of the way of essential operations. Shit! I knew quite enough to shift this baby – at 5 mph or so. Having moved the somewhat tattered driver’s seat (the driver must have been a much bigger man than I was – and tough on the fabric) and then, having re- acquainted myself with the basic controls, I crunched the gears loudly and we were off – at a crawl. I had time to try the radio – still no broadcasts worth listening to. No news. No information. What were ‘the authorities’ up to and why weren’t they here, rescuing us? After an uncommonly long time, we reached the intersection of Lygon Street and Princes Street. I executed a right-hand turn, taking down a traffic sign in the process – no matter. Then, after a further crawl towards College Crescent, I decided to abandon the idea of actually entering the cemetery. (Perhaps I wasn’t quite as good at driving trucks as I had thought.) Meantime, I caught David, in the (much less shabby) passenger seat, waving at the numerous zombies who had stopped at the side of the road to observe the spectacle of my miserable driving. Cheeky bastard! None of them waved back – I guess waving isn’t a regular zombie-thing. (And David was, and is, no regular zombie.) I pulled the truck up outside the main entrance of the cemetery and ‘parked’ in the middle of the road. (There was, of course, no other traffic to be obstructed.) I left it idling. “Come on, Dave,” I said. “We’re going to get Paul and Charles.”
Mes nyns o yndella – my a ylli yn tien lywya an dra ma, toeth isel ha maglenn isel, dres an pellder o res – drefenn bos edhomm dhywgh godhvos, y’n dy’goelyow re dremensa, my re obersa y’n garth IPEC (kowethas marow lemmyn). Y fien vy pes, heb mar, rag karga an kertow mes, menowgh, y fien gelwys rag aga gwaya y’n garth rag gasa oberennow o res pesya. Kawgh! My a wodhya moy es lowr rag gwaya an kertik ma – y doeth ogas dhe 5 mildir an our. My a janyas le an gador-lywyer – esa nebes fregys. Yth heveli bos an lywer brassa yn feur es dell en vy. (Yonker moen en vy ena.) Yth heveli keffrys y vos rust gans pann an gador. My a dhasdhyskas yn uskis maystri an jynnow- rewlyans selyek hag ena krakkya yn ughel an maglennow. Yth en ni war agan fordh – yn-unn-gramya. Yth esa termyn lowr dhe woslowes orth an radyo – hwath darlesansow vyth. (Y’n lyha, nyns esa darlesansow mann may talvien bos goslowys orta.) Nowodhow vyth. Derivadow vyth. Pyth o towlow ‘an awtoritys’? Ha, dres henna, prag nag esens i omma, orth agan selwel? Wosa hirneth tanow, ni a dhrehedhas krowsfordh stretow Lygon ha Princes. My a wrug torn dhe’n barth dhyghow, ha my kuntellys arwoedh daromres – ny vern. Ena, wosa kramyans arall wor’ tu ha Kromman Kollji, my a erviras forsakya tybyans dhe entra y’n ynkleudhva. (Martesen nyns o mar dha ow kreft avel lywyer-kert.) Y’n kettermyn na, my a aspias Davydh (y’n gador, le usyes, an tremenyas) dhe wevya orth meur a zombis re hedhsa war ryb an fordh rag mires orth an gwari- mir, ow lywyans euthyk. Bastard tont! Denvyth yntredha ny wrug daskorr gwevyans – nyns yw hemma herwydh usadow an zombis gemmyn, dell grysav – mes nyns o, ha nyns yw, Davydh zombi kemmyn vyth. An kert a hedhis a-dherag dhe jyf entrans an ynkleudhva, ‘parkyes’ yn kres an fordh. (Nyns esa, heb mar, daromres arall bos lettyes.) Y remaynya an jynn- disel owth oberi hwath yn lent. “Deun yn rag, ‘Dhav,” yn-medhav. “Y fynnyn ni mos rag kavoes Powl ha Charles.”