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Might as well post one of my own (the aforementioned lady in this weeks QOTW was affably called ‘Spam’ BTW, she also ate oranges over the office bin, chomping like a lama on a toffee).

Anyhoo, I had a number of temping jobs after uni, before flitting off around the World. During one of these brain stimulating assignments it was my pleasure to meet Dean (for that was his name). To cut a long and arduous story short, Dean:

• Made his cheese rolls (always the same) one month in advance and froze them
• Wore a white short-sleeved shirt and red tie every single day.
• Was boss-eyed
• Was packed up to the eardrums full of fresh, steaming bullshit
• Waxed lyrical about how much Durham was the jewel in the crown of the British Isles
• Told shit jokes
• Was a complete pervert to the girls in the office and made such silence inducing comments such as, “you’ve got a great set of tits on you”.
• When his contract expired he tried to get a job in a call centre and was declined.

So basically a bit of a socially retarded Joey.

Length? About 5 months on near minimum wage – still don’t actually think I did any work during that period
(Deskbound You insignificant speck of dust, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 12:40, Reply)