Why I was late
"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Frank Spencer
That post was a bit different was it? I was fully looking forward to ignoring your erotic fiction :(
Anyhoo...my last job was at McDonals'. When i think aboot it now, i do miss it....well, the money. I don't miss going into work.
I remember the once, i hadn't gone into work for aboot 2 weeks straight, for i was wrestling on the weekends and...no idea what i was doing during the week. So there i am, backstage at one show with a noisy lockeroom. I get a phone call, at around 9 pm mind you, from one of the managers (a tiny nightmare of a woman) asking where i was.
"Erm...i'm at home - ill"
"It sounds like you're at a party!"
"No no...ill...at home"
They totally believed it. I then proceeded to ring them up the following week and quit. Luckily, i got one of the nice managers who was fine with it.
All i had too do was take in my uniform, and they gave me all my holiday pay :D Even better, i frequently took weekends off for wrestling,so surely i had already squandered all that pay...
Length? 2 Weeks,read the whole post..
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 1:38, Reply)
That post was a bit different was it? I was fully looking forward to ignoring your erotic fiction :(
Anyhoo...my last job was at McDonals'. When i think aboot it now, i do miss it....well, the money. I don't miss going into work.
I remember the once, i hadn't gone into work for aboot 2 weeks straight, for i was wrestling on the weekends and...no idea what i was doing during the week. So there i am, backstage at one show with a noisy lockeroom. I get a phone call, at around 9 pm mind you, from one of the managers (a tiny nightmare of a woman) asking where i was.
"Erm...i'm at home - ill"
"It sounds like you're at a party!"
"No no...ill...at home"
They totally believed it. I then proceeded to ring them up the following week and quit. Luckily, i got one of the nice managers who was fine with it.
All i had too do was take in my uniform, and they gave me all my holiday pay :D Even better, i frequently took weekends off for wrestling,so surely i had already squandered all that pay...
Length? 2 Weeks,read the whole post..
( , Fri 29 Jun 2007, 1:38, Reply)
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