Repressed.....
...Fucksocks, the recesses of my pickled brain just dredged this one up...

5 years ago I was working for the IT department of a large bank, that rhymes with WatNest. I had handed my notice in, and the day before my actual last day was my leaving do. It had started steady, but eventually descended into drunken revelry of epic proportions, most of which I still don't remember to this day.

Last day rolls around, and I stagger in, late. First person I see is Ed, a good mate of mine who runs over (also hungover) but giggling. "come and listen to this!!!" and he replays the Office customer answerphone. The message is very, very distorted, and the music in the background obscures the callers voice, which just sounds like random yelling.

Thank Fcuk.

Only then, did I get a flashback of me, roaringly pissed, ringing the office to tell them all that they are a bunch of twunts, and I'm glad to be out of the fcuking place.

I knew it was me. Ed did too, as he was there. Thankfully the Assistant Manager who first heard it didn't have a clue.
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