That's when I knew it was over...
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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In a sales job I had...
...just as a stopgap, I knew it was over when the woman charged with "training" the new intake was completely stupid.
Over the first hour of my first day there:
- She informed us that she named her daughter Bailey. Why? Because it's her favourite drink.
- She pronounced "little" and "hospital" as "lickle" and "hospickle".
- When writing on the flipchart, she put heart shapes over the "i"s instead of dots. I mean, circles are bad enough, but hearts? Jesus.
- She stated - without a trace of irony - that her favourite music was Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, etc., and her favourite comedian was Peter Kay.
- She informed us that she likes to go to the "chinky" when she can't be bothered to cook.
Of course, I needed the money, so I stayed there for six weeks, during which time I had to sit on the dunces' table because my "conversion rate" was too low, and had to endure being talked to like I was a toddler by the Honey Monster-esque supervisor.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 17:20, Reply)
...just as a stopgap, I knew it was over when the woman charged with "training" the new intake was completely stupid.
Over the first hour of my first day there:
- She informed us that she named her daughter Bailey. Why? Because it's her favourite drink.
- She pronounced "little" and "hospital" as "lickle" and "hospickle".
- When writing on the flipchart, she put heart shapes over the "i"s instead of dots. I mean, circles are bad enough, but hearts? Jesus.
- She stated - without a trace of irony - that her favourite music was Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, etc., and her favourite comedian was Peter Kay.
- She informed us that she likes to go to the "chinky" when she can't be bothered to cook.
Of course, I needed the money, so I stayed there for six weeks, during which time I had to sit on the dunces' table because my "conversion rate" was too low, and had to endure being talked to like I was a toddler by the Honey Monster-esque supervisor.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 17:20, Reply)
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