I'm going traveling?
After my A-Levels I started to temp for the finance arm of a well known motor company who shall remain unnamed (but let's just say they make the "Ford Mondeo" (wink wink))

Next thing I know it's four years later and I'm still there. Moving up the ranks I find myself in the Internal Auditing department. Yes, it is as boring as it sounds.

It was the most depressing year of my life so one day I just decided to quit. The hope being that it would force me into doing something about my life through lack of income. The chat I had with my boss went thusly:

"I've decided that I would like to hand in my notice."
"Oh OK. Who's stolen you away from us then?"
"No one, I've not got another job lined up."
"Oh. Then why are you leaving?"
"I really hate my job."
"Oh, ok then."

On my last day I recieve a card from all my loving co-workers expressing their good wishes for my trip and jealously that they hadn't gone travelling when they had the chance. I then had to explain to everyone that I wasn't going travelling and I was leaving because had I spent one more day sitting in that fucking chair i would have gone totally fucking postal on the lot of them.

Miss Bosslady looked like a right twunt. She just couldn't tell them that I was leaving becuase I thought the job that we all did was dull as fuck. I'm Auditing? Come on!

Now I think of it I had some very Camus sensibilities in my youth.
(Chester Elegante ........ladies., Fri 23 May 2008, 16:11, Reply)