"Needless to say, I had the last laugh"
Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.
Thanks to Ring of Fire for the suggestion
( , Thu 3 Feb 2011, 12:55)
Celebrity autobiographies are filled to the brim with self-righteous tales of smug oneupmanship. So, forget you had any shame, grab a coffee and a croissant, and tell us your smug tales of when you got one over somebody.
Thanks to Ring of Fire for the suggestion
( , Thu 3 Feb 2011, 12:55)
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Call centres....
...are where the soul goes to die. Having spent a miserable summer trying to sell Chelsea TV to anyone but Chelsea fans thanks to "advanced data mining techniques" I finally managed to get round quitting, not so much in a blaze glory, more a whimpering admission of defeat.
2 weeks after I left, an unexpected payslip landed on my doormat. Despite being owed nothing, the call centre had decided to pay me for 1.014 hours work, at my not-so-usual hourly rate of £879.35234 an hour. Did a happy dance and spent it as fast as I could.
5 months later they phoned up asking me to pay it back, and I told them to fuck off. Never heard from them again.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 5:39, Reply)
...are where the soul goes to die. Having spent a miserable summer trying to sell Chelsea TV to anyone but Chelsea fans thanks to "advanced data mining techniques" I finally managed to get round quitting, not so much in a blaze glory, more a whimpering admission of defeat.
2 weeks after I left, an unexpected payslip landed on my doormat. Despite being owed nothing, the call centre had decided to pay me for 1.014 hours work, at my not-so-usual hourly rate of £879.35234 an hour. Did a happy dance and spent it as fast as I could.
5 months later they phoned up asking me to pay it back, and I told them to fuck off. Never heard from them again.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2011, 5:39, Reply)
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