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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