Urban Spaceman
One fine Monday morning we turned up for work to discover that the roof had collapsed over the weekend. Unfortunately the ceiling was made of asbestos tiles, so a specialist cleanup team had to be called in. Our boss didn't like the idea of strangers handling our delicate and expensive equipment, so asked for volunteers to properly disconnect it all, ready for decontamination. Since this included wearing an awesome spacesuit, I stepped forward.

It was an odd sensation, knowing that outside your little bubble of safety, the familiar-looking office was filled with invisible death.

Frankly I would have done it for shits and giggles, and was expecting perhaps a pub lunch on the company. Quite surprised to find a £300 bonus at the end of the month, for about an hour spent breathing like Darth Vader and going "beep" at the end of every sentence...

beep!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 13 Sep 2010, 12:27, 5 replies)

Clicked for the beep

( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Mon 13 Sep 2010, 13:06, closed)

^ me too

( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 13 Sep 2010, 13:14, closed)

For some reason
this had me giggling like a loon.

beep!
(Blue_in_Exile, Mon 13 Sep 2010, 19:13, closed)

As did I
Beep
( jakedamusss I understand, and dont care., Tue 14 Sep 2010, 5:13, closed)

R-r-r-roger that. <beep!>
You'll be doing it all day now...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 14 Sep 2010, 11:29, closed)