Not even AT work
Many years ago I had to go on some job centre course for job skills or some similar bollocks, me and 3 other cunts that didn't want to be there, being told to make a tower and ramp to support, then roll, a fucking marble using straws and sellotape.
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My story is...
AGM of whole company ended with an afternoon of 'Who Moved My Cheese' (pseudowank about 'embracing change').
As soon as the embarrassingly poor presentation skills of the hired-in 'presenter' ended, I went to him, congratulated him on opening my eyes, and told him that he'd convinced me to change my stagnate situation and resign.
The look of abject terror on his face as I finished my explanation, and then headed for the gaggle of directors (which whom i then merely shared a vacuous platitude or two - i'm not a fucking moron) remains one of my most proud accomplishments to date.
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Prestidigitus will set this 'ere black puddin on you, Fri 21 Oct 2016, 23:11,
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