'Archaeology'
After nearly a week of washing pots in the kitchen of a particularily fancy restaurant I decided the job wasn't for me and left at about 6PM on a Friday.

So off I go, freshly unburdened of unfulfilling work, I head to my local alehouse, where I informed my good friend behind the bar of my vocational quandry. After much smalltalk, while my friend is pulling pints for someone else, a stranger who was sitting next to me said (rather pissedly):

'I hear you're out of work...' (or something to that effect.)

A week later I'm doing post-excavation work for a rescue-archaeology firm.

Still washing pots, but from different millenium; all the time thinking: They're paying me to do this?

I would have done it for free! Luckily I didn't let them know this and they employed me again a couple of years later to work on-site while they excavated a previously undiscovered Roman military settlement which is now an Argos distribution centre.

Apparently the company I worked for have a reputation for press-ganging people into work in pubs. I wouldn't be surprised if some b3tan could work out who I was working for!

:)
(hadr0n Craic whore, Mon 13 Sep 2010, 2:38, 2 replies)

:)
I think I might know!
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Is it
Long John Silver?
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