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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I have been skivving for the last 4 years
After Uni, I was offered a few jobs, but delayed taking them to go live in New York for a couple of months. Of course, that time included 9/11, so I came back to Blighty to no jobs.
I have been 'freelancing' as a PA ever since. By which I mean paying £2 a week NI contributions and making cold calls to get demeaning jobs where I'm treated like crap which pay me just enough to get me financially in the clear, before the boredom, despair and debt set in once more. And to think, to live this life all I have to do is an extra section of the tax forms. Joy. Add to that, no-one will employ me permanently because they think I'm a skiver. Great.
However, in a moment of weakness I took a job in a completely dead shop underneath my flat, where I spent the days on my own, listening to inappropriate music loudly on the tannoy, reading books and stealing things. And when my boss asked why the floor wasn't washed, I said moany customers had called and I'd been on hold to head office all day. That's the ticket.
Apologies for length and maudlin.
( , Thu 28 Apr 2005, 15:43, Reply)
After Uni, I was offered a few jobs, but delayed taking them to go live in New York for a couple of months. Of course, that time included 9/11, so I came back to Blighty to no jobs.
I have been 'freelancing' as a PA ever since. By which I mean paying £2 a week NI contributions and making cold calls to get demeaning jobs where I'm treated like crap which pay me just enough to get me financially in the clear, before the boredom, despair and debt set in once more. And to think, to live this life all I have to do is an extra section of the tax forms. Joy. Add to that, no-one will employ me permanently because they think I'm a skiver. Great.
However, in a moment of weakness I took a job in a completely dead shop underneath my flat, where I spent the days on my own, listening to inappropriate music loudly on the tannoy, reading books and stealing things. And when my boss asked why the floor wasn't washed, I said moany customers had called and I'd been on hold to head office all day. That's the ticket.
Apologies for length and maudlin.
( , Thu 28 Apr 2005, 15:43, Reply)
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