Making a good job badThis is a new take on the whole bad job subject. I had a good job, (for a 16 year old,) i worked part time in a certain Edinburgh DIY superstore. Not bad wages, and i didnt have to do any work because i was just to cute to order about. I happened to be extremely destructive. I used to climb atop the pallots stacked high with bags of cement, cut little square holes in them, climb down and give the rack a good kick, a stream of cement angel dust would then pore out for a good few hours, great fun. I also used to open vanish tins then lay them upside down in the warehouse, and eat everyones pack lunches. I eventually got sacked for refunding some stuff from the shop floor with the receipt from purchases my mom had bought previously. Dont know wether to be proud of my ingenuity or ashamed of my apparent criminal intent.
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