How I Skive Off Work
Admit it. No one does any work these days. It's all looking at crappy websites with your thumb hanging over alt tab incase the boss walks over. Tell us your best methods of skiving, and any resultant incidents. (Maybe your slacking off has got someone sacked, or resulted in a large scale industrial accident.)
( , Wed 27 Apr 2005, 15:53)
Admit it. No one does any work these days. It's all looking at crappy websites with your thumb hanging over alt tab incase the boss walks over. Tell us your best methods of skiving, and any resultant incidents. (Maybe your slacking off has got someone sacked, or resulted in a large scale industrial accident.)
( , Wed 27 Apr 2005, 15:53)
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Abusing charities and neglecting children...
My friends and I had a great idea at school. We signed up for the St Vincent de Paul society, and offered to work at the local primary school helping kids to read. So we got an afternoon off school every week to tell some kids that it's pronounced "right, not rig-hut" a few times, leave early, and on top of that got lots of praise from the school for being kind, loving souls...
And I worked at Quasar once. Good times. Spent about 15 minutes an hour working, the rest of the time was filled with a mixture of Warioware, Viz and hardcore porn that the manager put on the security monitors. We were technically meant to be marshalling the arena, y'know, enforcing the rules, making ourselves feel big by permanently banning kids on their birthdays (Hull please!), but we did so little work it was unreal. Except when some kid came out with a bloody nose or a loose tooth (or had just pissed themselves, yes, it happened...), then the manager would send one of us in (to look for the tooth...).
( , Thu 28 Apr 2005, 12:14, Reply)
My friends and I had a great idea at school. We signed up for the St Vincent de Paul society, and offered to work at the local primary school helping kids to read. So we got an afternoon off school every week to tell some kids that it's pronounced "right, not rig-hut" a few times, leave early, and on top of that got lots of praise from the school for being kind, loving souls...
And I worked at Quasar once. Good times. Spent about 15 minutes an hour working, the rest of the time was filled with a mixture of Warioware, Viz and hardcore porn that the manager put on the security monitors. We were technically meant to be marshalling the arena, y'know, enforcing the rules, making ourselves feel big by permanently banning kids on their birthdays (Hull please!), but we did so little work it was unreal. Except when some kid came out with a bloody nose or a loose tooth (or had just pissed themselves, yes, it happened...), then the manager would send one of us in (to look for the tooth...).
( , Thu 28 Apr 2005, 12:14, Reply)
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