Like a lot of us I complain about my job,
but at least I don't have to be careful where I put my feet because the carpet's littered with hypodermics, breathe through my mouth because of the smell of faeces mixed with a fortnight's worth of rancid sweat, or keep an eye on the relatives in case one of them stops her screaming just long enough to make a dive for the kitchen drawer. Not to mention deal with the heartbreak of having to tell a parent that their child is beyond help. Hats off to you medical people, I say - underpaid and taken for granted until we need you.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Mon 20 May 2013, 12:41, 8 replies)

So what you're saying is that you don't work as Emvee's photographic assistant?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 20 May 2013, 12:52, closed)

Arf!

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 20 May 2013, 13:50, closed)

Bravo.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Mon 20 May 2013, 13:05, closed)

Hey, you chose to
work in MacDonalds, you can always leave.
(username failed moderation, Mon 20 May 2013, 16:51, closed)

Bloody Hell.
I thought he'd broken into my place.
(Docofair, Mon 20 May 2013, 19:47, closed)

the carpet's littered with hypodermics
Some sort of footwear required then?
(unclestinky, Tue 21 May 2013, 7:53, closed)

gay

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 21 May 2013, 8:12, closed)

NO U

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 21 May 2013, 9:08, closed)