I worked for McDonalds
many years ago before i was doing my current job (teaching, frighteningly enough)

but I had just left school and my friend was working there, i constantly took the piss about it and she said "you can't take the piss till you worked there" so i said "fine, get me an application" and i got the job and instantly set about my destruction of their McEmpire, i did fuck all at work, i "accidentally" kicked a bucket of dirty floor mopping water over the manager's £200 new shoes and destroyed em, and then after two weeks of this rubbish i went back to the store on New Years Eve and said i wasn't working that day, or any day.. ever again. I handed back the uniform but not until i let myself into the kitchen and beat the shit out of some creep that worked there for trying it on with my girlfriend, and promptly walked out, and the managers final words were "we owe you £86 wages, if you don't work two weeks notice we won't pay you" i told her where to stick it and left.

a week later i got a call from my friend who still worked there saying i had been paid and i asked her to open my pay slip...£86, followed by three more payments of the same amount every two weeks after,

which went some way to buying me a nice new ankle length leather coat :)

which i'll now go and get...
(The Reverend annoying the regulars since, Fri 23 May 2008, 10:07, Reply)