I used to wait tables at a tiny little restaurant that has since gone bankrupt. Anyhow, it was a horrifically boring job as about two customers actually came in a day. So we played the who-can-steal-the-most-food-from-the-kitchen game. By the time my shift was finished, I had eaten more in a few hours than I usually ate in a week. I also nicked an entire box of chocolates belonging to my boss and surrepticiously devoured them all while hiding behind the coat rack. Ah, happy days, happy days.

It's a wonder my clothes still fit after that job.

A mate of mine used to work with a guy who'd never do any work at all. He'd just slope off to the toilet, nab a cubicle and read a comic book with his pants around his ankles. For the entire day. He thought he was being crafty, but everybody knew what he was up to. He lost his job after a few months of this.

To amuse myself in another one of my underpaid jobs, I hacked my company's website* and exchange my boss's picture for one of Chuck Norris. Took 'em forever to notice, and nobody suspected me. Heh heh.


*This was about as difficult as putting on a hat; nearly everyone who works there is pretty much computer illiterate. Especially the IT guys.
(TheWonderfulWombat It came to me in a dream., Mon 12 Jan 2009, 21:53, Reply)