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.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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Mine is still available through Googlecache...Heads up Kirsty, you've got pwned so I'll regale you all with another tale from my time at a certain mobile phone company.
One afternoon, tapping away at my keyboard and I get an e-mail, from someone at Bristol. Some kid had just turned 21 and had decided to e-mail this picture of his fat fucking face, and a message to all his colleagues stating that he'd just turned 21 and was looking forward to his coming-of-age (part II) knees-up. To the entire company mailing list. Not good.
The repercussions of this were twofold: [1] so many company employees replied to him stating one of "Happy birthday", "Who the fuck are you", or "What the hell do you think you're doing" that one of the internal Mail servers redlined and then dropped dead. [2] he got escorted off the premises less than half an hour later.
What really makes it for me is the mental image I got of a set of doting parents arranging a surprise birthday bash for this 'tard, and him arriving unexpectedly early back from work a couple of hours early. I can just see his flustered mother, trying to hide decorations or something, and saying "How come you're home so early then?".
Then mentally zoom into the lower lip starting to tremble...
Insert length/gag here
(, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 23:29, Reply)
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