"Well, that's me fucked!"
When Mr. Branson took over the West Coast rail line in the late 90's, I was made redundant from my job at telephone enquiries in Preston.
In tandem with this I was also coming to the end of a 10 yr relationship with my first LTR, and we were only still together as neither of us could afford to move on.
So getting both a job interview in Manchester, and the offer of somewhere to live there with a girl I'd lusted after for 15 years, I went for it.
Got to the office, secretary let me in, gave me a quick tour of the premises, and in the main office I see Dave.
That is his real name, but there are millions of Dave's so I reckon he's safe enough.
He looks up, see's me, say's "oh shit" and goes back to work.
I get introduced to the manager, have the interview (in which I mention I've worked with Dave before), and go on my way.
An hour later I get a call from the interviewer, telling me I've got the job, but wanting to know what had gone on between me and Dave. Apparently as soon as I'd gone into the managers office Dave had stood up, said "Well, that's me fucked", and walked out. He'd been phoned and said he wasn't coming back.
So I felt free to tell him the truth.
Dave had started work at the rail call centre in Preston, and for a few days all was well. Then we started to get calls where the customers said one of our staff was being rude, telling them rubbish, or just putting the phone down on them. The staff that had been there a while got together and it came down to possibly 3 people, so they were moved closer to the supervisors.
Within a day we realised it was Dave. We heard him saying he was the office manager and couldn't pass them to anyone higher, we saw him answer several calls in a row and then just cut them off, and other things. So the boss called him in for a quiet word.
Well his quiet word was responded to with "You're a fucking cretin, I could do your job with my hands behind my back" at which point he was sent home.
The next day he phoned and apologised, and was told to resume the next day.
He came in, didn't even log in before he launched into a tirade of abuse at full volume in the middle of the office, and called the boss several things(mostly with the word 'fucking' as a descriptive noun) before being instantly dismissed.
Of course he never mentioned this when he went for the Manchester job, and his references were never followed up on, but when he saw me going into the office he thought the game was up and jumped ship.
The thing he didn't know? As a person I quite liked him, he was funny and clever, and if he'd done his job properly in Manchester I'd never have had cause to tell the truth on why he'd left his previous job.
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Wed 27 Nov 2013, 14:02, 6 replies)

Fucking grass

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 15:49, closed)

I thought
you said he was clever?
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 15:55, closed)

Overly developed moral compass is not a sign of stupidity.
Well, it is in my book but then I am a cunt.
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 16:02, closed)

Still trying to work out which line LTR were running.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 17:50, closed)

I think it was the one on Sodor

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 18:01, closed)

And yet you're the one who buys books of what is essentially naked kids off Amazon.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 19:57, closed)