Awesome Sickies
A colleague has been off work for two weeks now - apparently he's got something they can't diagnose, (although they know for sure it's not Legionnaires, Malaria, BSE or AIDS, he's supposedly in isolation). We are all sure he's merely sitting in the sun waiting for the World Cup to come on the telly.
What have you invented to get off work?
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 7:40)
A colleague has been off work for two weeks now - apparently he's got something they can't diagnose, (although they know for sure it's not Legionnaires, Malaria, BSE or AIDS, he's supposedly in isolation). We are all sure he's merely sitting in the sun waiting for the World Cup to come on the telly.
What have you invented to get off work?
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 7:40)
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Lies, All Lies!
When I were a lad, I worked part-time in a local shop to feed my drink habit. Now, the only problem with this was that the wanky Pakistani owner refused to pay me decent wages and opted for a whopping £1 an hour (I was only 15 and couldn't get a decent job!). Child slavery I say!
Anyhoo, one night my mate comes round to my house with a cracking idea "Let's go and get rat-arsed, it's student night! £1 a drink!"
"Cracking idea" says I, "Only one problem though, i'm supposed to be working tonight"
"Not a jot" says my mate "I'll phone them up, pretend to be your brother and tell them you're sick and can't come in!". Matey goes ahead and makes the call. Great, except for the minor detail i'd forgotten :- my brother worked for them for years and still spoke to them on a regular basis so would clearly see through such a foolish scheme. *Fucksocks*
Result:- They did, and I was never asked back to do another shift and was given dirty looks whenever I went in for shopping! Great night out though!
*Pop* Sat in the bushes stalking for far too long!
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 20:11, Reply)
When I were a lad, I worked part-time in a local shop to feed my drink habit. Now, the only problem with this was that the wanky Pakistani owner refused to pay me decent wages and opted for a whopping £1 an hour (I was only 15 and couldn't get a decent job!). Child slavery I say!
Anyhoo, one night my mate comes round to my house with a cracking idea "Let's go and get rat-arsed, it's student night! £1 a drink!"
"Cracking idea" says I, "Only one problem though, i'm supposed to be working tonight"
"Not a jot" says my mate "I'll phone them up, pretend to be your brother and tell them you're sick and can't come in!". Matey goes ahead and makes the call. Great, except for the minor detail i'd forgotten :- my brother worked for them for years and still spoke to them on a regular basis so would clearly see through such a foolish scheme. *Fucksocks*
Result:- They did, and I was never asked back to do another shift and was given dirty looks whenever I went in for shopping! Great night out though!
*Pop* Sat in the bushes stalking for far too long!
( , Fri 9 Jun 2006, 20:11, Reply)
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