
The boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak. "Christ, what a craphole", I said. I think that's the moment I blew it. Tell us how you didn't get the job.
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( , Thu 21 Nov 2013, 13:06)
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fucks sake. have you considered, i don't know, letting this go? i suspect you're at the stage where you tell people in real life about this moral war you're single-handedly waging on the collective scourge of the internet.
i also suspect that, much like the internet, real life doesn't give the faintest shit.
( , Sun 24 Nov 2013, 11:42, 1 reply)

just questioning your mental health, is all. i bet the winter nights just fly by in your house, what with you gibbering on about people on the internet.
( , Sun 24 Nov 2013, 13:10, closed)

questioning anyone else's mental health is somewhat staggering to behold.
( , Sun 24 Nov 2013, 20:21, closed)

never felt better. i wonder if i should write a twenty thousand word essay to an indifferent audience to explain that? seems to work for you.
( , Sun 24 Nov 2013, 22:07, closed)

I would actually say that I post stories to a website based around telling tales dependent upon what the given topic is for that particular week.
It has very little to do with my mental or physical health.
Whatever floats your boat tho my dear.
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