
Scaryduck writes, "I celebrated my last day on my paper round by giving everybody next door's paper, and the house at the end 16 copies of the Maidenhead Advertiser. And I kept the delivery bag. That certainly showed 'em."
What have you flounced out of? Did it have the impact you intended? What made you quit in the first place?
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:15)
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Ideas on how best to flounce out of my job are most welcome. I was thinking of a rifle in the belltower and blood on the quad.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:35, 12 replies)

My mum refers to those as 'dog' trains.
Don't know why I thought of that.
Dog. Dogs. Dogging...oh yeah.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:39, closed)

oh, I'm still on the train but hurrah for Interweb phone things.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:40, closed)

How can you post while having sex with Enzyme? Is he that crap? I'm surprised.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:43, closed)

it's most of the students I can't abide. And HR. And the uni exec. And the policy makers. And the cafeteria is shit.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:46, closed)

At least you have a cafeteria.
Not here.
*finishes sandwiches*
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:47, closed)

an office to yourself.
I share a space the size of a midgets jockstrap with a portly gentleman from belfast.
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 12:50, closed)

is no compensation.
(Enzyme says hi, by the way. He's standing beside me eating the biggest sausage roll I've ever seen.)
( , Thu 22 May 2008, 16:14, closed)
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