My entry into the working world meant that I surfed right on the cusp of the dot-com boom.
My early CV reads like a fucking graveyard; companies collapsed around me left right and centre, and I rarely managed to hold a position for longer than six months.

At one particular company, each desk of four of us - and the company was about 100 strong - had its own colour printer. Even printing off an email for a meeting was done in colour.

They put money behind the bar each month for a "Staff Meeting", at which the MD would say "Well done" then we'd all get absolutely fucking hammered.

Unsurprisingly that company, too, went tits-up in six months.

Bloody good fun, mind.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 25 Feb 2012, 16:11, Reply)