On the bog
I get continually rung up by agents when they know I'm looking for a contract.

One morning, my wireless telephonic receiver sounded, it was an agent. He told me about an "exciting new role" and asked if it would be OK if his client rang me to have a chat.

Fine by me, I'll just nip upstairs and get my morning dump out of the way before they ring (taking my portable long-distance communication machine with me) (just in case).

My buttocks had barely touched down when my magic silver oyster shaped thing began playing a tune.

I didn't let on, didn't say "can I call you back", the benefit of hind sight...

He wanted to do a "telephone interview", we spoke for a good half hour. I couldn't stand up or flush, just had to sit there. I couldn't very well say "please excuse me, I just have to wipe my bum crack" and momentarily put the phone down.

So I grunted my way through drifting in out of concentration as I used the sound of his voice to mask the plopping noises my end.

Didn't get the job.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 3 Apr 2009, 15:53, 2 replies)

But in other terms...
You did "do" the job.....


Coat....
( 100% Cock Raw like carrots., Fri 3 Apr 2009, 17:14, closed)

Was probably a shit job anyway.

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sat 4 Apr 2009, 14:00, closed)