the dishwashing story...
...is 100% true.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 6:05, Reply)

Not blockbuster
THis was back in 98. I was working at a H***yw**dvideo store at the time. The manager that hired me got 86 just after I got hired. Two or three days later, I had already got used to the temp manger when the permanent replacement came in. I was just organizing videos on a shelf, nothing special. She proceeds to introduce her self, I thought was cordial at the time, then the beached whale decided to tell me how to straighten video boxes. Comeon how hard is it to make videos stand straight. She believed i was doing it all wrong. Good way to make a first impression. Me thinks oh well, take it with a grain of salt. I thought I had got smart and set my schedule to close on the weekends, manger not there, no head aches right. WRONG. Saturday night two thugs walk in w/probably a toy gun, who a i to defend money that's not mine. So give it up no problem, not my money, not my problem. police get there make statment ho home goto sleep. Wake up the next morning get called in by asst mgr to make statment, no biggy. Store manger was obviously notified, was waiting there pretending like she cared. Sat in on the statment taking session with me and loss prevention. Answerd questions. She then wanted to see the survallence tape. No one copuld make out the faces not even police. She has me sit with her watch video over and over and over. Well long and short of it was she asked if I needed counseling. All I wanted was a bottle of whiskey and am jusdt fine. She took that to mean I didn't want to take my day off. She asks me to come in on day off since the assist mgr that was with me didn't come in that day. No brainer, if asst mgr doesn't want t comew in after being robbed what made her think I did. Next day get call from bank saying job app was approved....very cool. Spent the rest of the week coming in late clocking in early, I knew how to rest time clock when no ones looking. Any way Friday comes, I gewt the call for the job offer, Next call I make is to twat mgr : Hey can't come in am sick, oh and by the way, am putting two weeks notice in, changing availibility to closing sundays only, oh and by the way did I mention am not coming in tonight. There was that pause that you know time is standing still, when you know the mgr finally relises I don't care. She replies "You know this puts me in a very difficult situation, are you sure you can't come in, please don't get defensive ( her favorite line to abuse/manipulate underlings will to her own). The only appropriate responce I could think of was from Paul Ruebens " am sorry, am sorry, NO AM NOT SORRY. I can say I ddi not get defensive and I beat her to the punch. She would've noticed eventuall that her mgr password was used many time to make cash drop from till or approve free rental or just relizing hey my employees are stealing from me. Last I heard about her she had the whole staff walk out on her Christmas eve. Isn't justice poetic.
Sorry for lenght
(smokinbananapeels, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 3:57, Reply)

Since no-one else has pointed it out
It's about posting true stories apeloverage, and while yours may be true, given your past (phenomenal) post rate I don't doubt this one is just to make us laugh also.

one funny insert each QOTW - funny
several - boring

Sorry to go off topic.

Back on topic, my flat mate was sacked from a bank after forgetting to sign off 6 grand he gave out to a customer. Whoever gave him the job should surely have been sacked as well, this is a guy that leaves the flat in shorts and a dressing gown, has baths in his clothes, pretty much only eats French bread, crops a lot of his t-shirts with scissors, and chooses, chooses, to drink buck fast.

I have to live with him.
(Lannes, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 3:27, Reply)

I was sacked for incompetence...

...which would've been less humiliating if the job wasn't washing dishes.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 3:07, Reply)

Sort of sacked
When I first started university, I was living in halls. I helped an american exchange girl to move in with all her stuff on the second day, and she seemed a little friendlier than normal. Friendly, as in "She jumped on me the moment her bed was made and cleared".

There i ws thinking "Whoopee! I'm about to poke my man bits in to a hit american babe!" and she removes said man bits from their protective wrapping of soft cotten, and proceed to do the deed.

A little post-coital snuggleing, and she reaches down to give the old mana fondle... and screamed. You see, in the states, 90% of men are circumcised, and she had never seen or touched a foreskin before. I believe her precise words were: "Get that fucking thing away from me!", with accompanying pushing gestures. Right in the sacs.

So, i was both sacked as potentiontial fuckbuddy for the term, and quite literally "saced".


Theres also the second time where I got sacked for filling the fat, smelly, sweating warehouse managers office with packing peanuts (give me compulsary unsupervised overtime on saturdays? What do you expect from a 17 year old?). Apparantly he was finding them for weeks after.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 3:00, Reply)

Just the once
Got sacked one from PC World. Boring story, really; in tech support, we had a till. When a sale goes through, you have an option to enter in a sales guy's number to give them their commission. Not one to pass up an opportunity, I used to pass pretty much everything through on the lads' numbers (not mine, cos I didn't earn commission). So I never actually got anything out of it.

Although everyone did it, turns out I did it too much. In one given week, not one sale went through whilst I was on the till, without someone getting commission. Oops. Gross misconduct, company theft, thank you, goodbye. Blacklisted from all the Disxons Store Group shops (PC World, currys, The Link, etc). Oh well. Better off now though!

Or I was, until I got forced into a new job last week. It was either that or take redundancy. Tough choice, I think not. Just, I don't do well with new people.

Andy, if you're reading this (and I know you do) I hear John lives in Jesmond, eh?

Lads! Taxi!
(onedotzero, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 23:04, Reply)

My mate was sacked
A mate of mine was sacked from the local sandwich factory for sticking his knob into the cucumber slicer, turns out the cucumber slicer was the bosses wife.
(MadJackMcmad, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 21:20, Reply)

Maker of Dreams
No, it was one in West Sussex, near a town called Pulborough.
Your comment makes me think there is something about working as a supervisor in a vineyard that makes you want to sack someone once in a while

ps. posting the story on b3ta has actually made me feel better about it, i guess before i thought it was my fault, now i realise they were just a bunch of *insert random swear word here*
(idiot pilot, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 20:28, Reply)

I got myself sacked deliberately
In April 1975, aged 21, I worked in an insurance office and got accepted to go train as a teacher. I sat behind the office 'arselicker' so our chairs backed on to each other's. I made a point of leaning back and saying very loudly on the 'phone as my mum read me the acceptance letter, "Accepted for college - September - Great - I can finally leave here".

Obviously overheard by arselicker. 2 hours later called in by Director - "We hear you are thinking of leaving us - wanna go now with a months salary or work the month?" No choice really!

It was a Thursday (and jobs were easy to get at the time) - had a new job by Monday because the guy in the new company went to my old school (actually I went to his old school - I've still got the tie). 25% increase in salary (the magic £2k per year - brilliant at the time) and I told him I thought I had a real future with the company (well 3 months anyway before college but I wasn't going to let on!)

Strange thing was there was another arselicker there - I told him to f*ck off as I left in July (as I hadn't told anyone I was going) and saw him running to tell the boss what I'd said as I went out the door!

Virgin post - hope it's short enough ... ?
(lozzzz, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 18:22, Reply)

i got fired from an office job
for playing counter-strike on my computer. was a bit laggy but otherwise OK. the boss was a complete twunt and sacked me for being rude???? must of been the amount of people i called "cunts" over the chat on CS
(getdown is not spanish, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 16:18, Reply)

Sacking England
Actually, I'm sacking England and moving to Oz to live with a B3tan I met.

Which is why I've been missing the last few weeks - been in Oz with limited internet access.

Funny old world....
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 15:20, Reply)

Idiot Pilot
Would that happen to be Denbies Wine Estate?

I think my brother lasted about 2 hours working for that little doozy.
(Maker of Dreams, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 14:41, Reply)

Mr Catalogue Model
During the late 90's I dossed around doing temp work as it fitted in with the band I was in and my stoner lifestyle.

I landed a gig doing spare part ordering for a large truck manufactuer in their main warehouse in Cheshire and turned up in my best suit (A mandarin collared - Jet Li style black suit) and matching shirt.

The job was dull - sat infront of a dumb terminal checking availability of parts for grease-monkeys and ordering or reserving them for delivery. My immediate boss Cheryl, was lovely and on the first day found that she was a rock chick who had seen my band several times and who thought we were great. Life was good.

That was until the end of the second day, when the door to the office was thrown open by a blond haired catalogue model with lantern jaw and an equally artifical personality - he strode in, looked me up and down and then breezed into Cheryl's office and shut the door.

You know when someone is talking about you and I kept turning around to see him talking at Cheryl and pointing at me. I was later called in to see my boss after he had gone and was told "That was my boss and he has asked me to tell you that there is a dress code in the office of shirt and tie, could you adhere to this please from tomorrow"

My hackles went up and I asked if there was dress code for women in the company - she said that there wasn't. So I started mentioning sexism and equality in the workplace, to which she became very amused and agreed with me that it definitely was sexism.

The days following saw a daily visit from Mr catalogue model and even company ties turn up on my desk. Every day had me in Cheryl's office after his visits with stronger warnings of having to adhere to the company dress code and for me please wear a shirt and tie.

I wasn't fucking going to - he had pissed me off at first sight with his "you're shit on my shoe" look and arrogance - and I was sticking to my guns about the sexism and equality issue.

Friday came, my boss pulled me into her office again and said that she was off on Monday and just to keep things smooth and me there in the contract, would I please wear a collared shirt and tie.

I turned up on Monday in my collarless suit and shirt to be immediately pulled into the office by Mr catalogue and given a royal petty dressing down; "I believe that Cheryl has repeatedly relayed my requests that you dress to the company dress code - how DARE you defy my authority" - blah! blah! blah!
I looked him square in the face and started quoting employment, equality and sex discrimination acts - to which he went fucking purple and started shouting at me to do what I was told - and I had "better come in in a shirt and tie tomorrow or else!".

I knew that my contract was going to be terminated there and then, so I went straight to the shops after work and bought myself a very nice shirt and silk tie.

I turned up the following morning, threw the office door open and strode in like he did and then struck the best catalogue pose I could...

There was a very loud series of gasps and then I got a standing ovation from my colleagues.

I had on the most gorgeous blue cotton shirt and silk tie, tucked into the most gaudy multi-coloured bemuda shorts showing off my knees and half of my pasty white shins before the battered paratrooper boots started.

He was sat in the back office and no word of a lie, I am sure that the glass condensated when I walked in. He said nothing - absolutely nothing and I worked away, coiled, waiting for him to have a go. Nothing.

Until 4.30 - when I got back from a fag break to be ushered into his office by a boilersuit wearing warehouse manager who closed the door behind me. Mr Catalogue was sat in the chair, 6'7" warehouse guy by the door, and another huge shop floor worker next to the desk.

Mr Catalogue tried to go into an authorititive speech about how I was no longer needed and how my behaviour was unacceptable, my work shoddy and how I would never get a decent job. But he stammered through all of it and kept breaking his gaze on me because I was unblinkingly staring at him. I kept grinning at him trying to keep my cool and not just roll about on the floor laughing at the pathetic fuckwit's posturing.

"Do you have anything to say before you leave?"

"Yes! You're just jealous because in these shorts you can see I clearly have a bigger dick than you and also unlike you I can pull this particular look off!"

He went purple - the two shop-floor grunts stifled belly laughs, before the one behind me opened the door and said that I had better leave - which I did. With my head held very fucking high!

Spring never employed me again though.
(Catchag "You know!....For Kids!", Thu 2 Mar 2006, 14:24, Reply)

Not a fit and proper person to be a solicitor
That was what the letter sent to me by the Law Society said.

As a bit of background; I'd been working my way through my solicitors training contract for 9 months. As is my habit, I keep a diary. Boss found said diary whilst looking through my office. Boss wasn't happy about contents of diary. Boss gave me option of resign or be sacked. So resign I did.

The Law Soc were rather perturbed by my boss' actions. Or at least, that's what I thought. So they launched an enquiry. During the course of it, it became clear that Ex-Boss had actually photocopied my diary (the bloated, doughfaced fuck). He sent that to the Law Soc. Law Soc adjudicator read it.

Now, I dunno what it was about my psyche that so disturbed the legal profession, and maybe I'm coming across as a little...bitter (particularly nowadays, when one can be sent to prison for murdering ones own children and STILL not be struck off). But for some reason, the Law Society decided, on the basis of my diary, that I was not a fit and proper person to be a solicitor.

Their exact words (which I've since had printed up onto a T Shirt) were "Mr Light is a rebellious and unstable young man".

How COOL an endorsement is that?!
(Light, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 14:14, Reply)

Over expectant engineering company
I've only been sacked once, and it wasn't even the worst job.

Temp data entry job in an engineering firm, over near Sale. I was (and am) very fast at typing and claimed that I knew how to use Word. I was plonked in a room, with hundreds of stacked printouts of PCW documents and asked to convert them to Word 6.

Leaving aside the fact they could have just paid someone like Ansible to auto convert the documents (obviously I wasn't stupid enough to talk myself out of a job) I looked at the documents.

Every one of them used extensive formatting. I managed a grand total of *one* document by lunchtime - the text was easy, the formatting was unreal. There's a difference between 'knowing' enough Word to produce standard documents, and enough to include unusual text boxes and suchlike. Unsurprisingly this led to me being encouraged to vacate the premises. I cried, so did he.

I dried off my tears, walked to the temp agency, and was in a data entry job three hours later - where I stayed for 6 weeks until the job ended.

Since then I've been in my permie job (currently doing indepth programming) for 10 years, so it's all worked out.

It also reinforced my belief of never, ever, working in engineering. They expect the earth for very little pay. My current job has also taught me that working with retail is ok, but in retail is not.
(EssY, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 14:02, Reply)

my first post!; the last time i worked in england (autumn 2002)
i worked in a restaurant in bluewater as a waiter, im pretty experienced at this kind of job because
a: im good at sucking up to people for tips and
b: I like looking at all the pretty girls going to the cinema
i was doinmg rreally well and they used to let me run a double section because i was the only decent male waiter there, and was perfectly happy to bust my guts rushing around on a saturday for 12 hours without a break for the guaranteed 150 quid id make out of it, one of the managers was the ultimate drinking partner (and wingman!) and i had a good group of mainly female friends i could occasionally shag, life was good, up until christmas, where i proceeded to use my two days off to get so wrecked i havec absoluterly no recollection ending in waking up the day after boxing day in a bus stop in welling covered in shaving foam.
I was not in good way and as i rolled into work with a big bag of hamburgers and insisted i would not start work until i had consumed ALL TEN.
A female manager i didnt like very much made the mistake of asking me to start fifteen minutes earlier as some staff had failed to show up yet and the restaurant was filling up, and , to this day i have no idea what came over me, i proceeded to stand up and shout, very loudly
"WILL YOU LET ME FINISH MY FUCKING BREAKFAST YOU DIZZY CUNT!" which silenced the entire restaurant and all the other waiting staff stood ther with mouths agape

i lasted about four minutes until the GM came in

i went to live in france after that and now i l run a bar in austria, life is strange
( SickRik float like a camembert sting like a brie, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 13:40, Reply)

Bloody call centres
I worked in a call centre answering phones for a company owned by a Sir Richard Branson. I could't do it for the life of me; I'm deaf so I don't even know why they employed me.
I worked there for about two weeks, and so was still in my training period, when ALAS! Payday comes! Cue me going hellish shopping in my lunch break and coming back with an item of clothing and a knife for my karate training.

Bitches in there didn't like the fact that I had a knife and a newfound eyebrow piercing (cos of of them got told to take hers out). I get kindly called up to HR and a beastly woman asks me "OMG YOU'VE REALLY GOT A KNIFE OMG OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THERE'S A KNIFE IN FRONT OF ME" . (actual words) so obviously I look bored.

So, there's a thing in this company; if you leave within three months of starting, you have to pay them. Something stupid like £100 a month remaining. They told me I don't have to.

Luckily, for the next three months, I got full pay. For a full time worker. I was only part time anyway.

Drinks for everybody at the time!
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 11:56, Reply)

Cropper...
You don't by any chance work in the Dearne Valley call centre do you?
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 2 Mar 2006, 11:43, Reply)

i currently work for o2
i'm on my final FINAL warning... i was 2 weeks from coming off a warning when the heating in the office broke and i ended up developing acute tonsilitus and had to take some time off work... luckily through the union i am still there.. i need to go 12 months without being sick or i'm sacked! fuckers!

i don't make life easier for myself though, i make jokes about my anorexic coach, i tell managers to fuck off, i make racist jokes with my black and asian mates, i even insert pins in the managers chairs.. it's like being in school i love it! I've even put a video montage of a fat prick who takes his work so seriously... i have him sitting on his pc to the baywatch theme.. then we put pink tinsel all over his moped to piss him off (which got stolen a week later) and then decided to spread rumours he did an insurance job which made him going crying to the managers.

I also get in trouble for browsing b3ta but fuck em.. as if a magenta cock is worth worrying about! my screen also gets recorded at work, but if i max out the resolution the system fucks up - i told everyone to do this and even got health and safety involved to cover my back hee hee

i'm such a fucker at work i reckon i will be out by the end of the week or even tomorrow.
( northernwifeb3ta is going to Dubai in December :D for "work", Thu 2 Mar 2006, 6:30, Reply)

I'm Really Not Dangerous
I started a new job at a telecommunications company and after being there a month or so I felt comfortable enough to just relax and be myself. However my new found collegues were not quite as relaxed as I was.
I arrived at work one day and the room was strangely quiet and pensive as I entered. I sat down but within 5 mins my boss arrived wideyed and frightened.
He asked "did you not recieve the message I left on your phone"
My phone, having run out of batteries, was useless.
He then asked me to follow him while nervous eyes from the room followed me in turn.
He took me down a long hallway and into a room marked "Human Resources" and it was there that I had learnt that several staff members had become frightened of me and that I had left a notebook behind the previous evening and, upon someone reading it, it had circulated around the office. They told me that they were firing me for "serious miscondust' due to my behaviour which was deemed 'dangerous'.
I knew then that everybody in office thought that I had recieved a call asking me not come to work but I had come in anyway and could very well be armed and dangerous.
I was furious and decided to get up and leave. I was halfway down the street when I realized I had left all my gear underneath my desk so I had to go back and get it.
When I entered the office again I made sure to burst quickly through doors quickly and suddenly so I could watch with amusement as my former collegues dived for cover under their desks!

Funnily enough, many years later, one of those people who did dive for cover works again in the same office as me. He doesnt quite remember why he knows me but I catch him staring at me with a concerned look every now and then.....
(mykeymyke, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 1:18, Reply)

Burger King (yeah I know)
When I was a pimply faced youth, I successfully applied to work for a Burger King due to open just on the outskirts of Doncaster. I went for 4 hours training at the Dome, and thought "Fab", some decent cash for crap work, and cheap food. About 2 or 3 days after the initial 4 hour training, I got a call from the boss saying that there was problems with the new building (the place for the BK was still being built), and that they decided not to open there after all. I was given two choices. Take 4 weeks pay and move on to pastures new, or take 2 weeks pay now, plead my case with the BK bigguns to see if I could work elsewhere, and regardless of the outcome, get the remaining 2 weeks pay later.
Fuck it I thought, it's only shitty Burger King, so I took £180 and left them! To date, that is still the highest paid job per hour that I have ever had! Not bad for Burger King.

Apologies for shiteness of story and not really sticking to the question!
( DavyBoyInGravyJoy Grey Goose Vodka on Ice, nothing finer, Thu 2 Mar 2006, 1:15, Reply)

Four years ago...
After training me up to be a star sales person and promising me a rewarding wage when I proved my ability my mew employers then shut in the back room of a windowless office. Luckily I was given the repetitive and dull task of putting earrings into little clear packets to keep me occupied.

Three years later my self-confidance had been whittled to a matchstick and I no longer even considered the possibility that I could perform any other task. Then, just two days before Christmas my boss came up to me and said I could pick anything in the shop I wanted - as a gift! I was startled and suprised, perhaps I was valued after all.

She saw the glee on my face and quickly clarified the situation. "Oh no,not for xmas, it's for your leaving present. You're leaving in the new year. Remember?" She then fabricated a discussion wherein I had said that I wanted to explore other avenues of employment; and she'd be happy to support mu decision. She said this all quite firmly. Needless to say that the conversation did not take place with me involved in it.

Woo! Sacked in the name of leaving AND two days before xmas! It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, but at the time....
(Sufficiently unusual & humorous at times, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 23:35, Reply)

Lamonstrous
That was a great story. In a similar vein, I used to work for an airline (Delta's regional commuter carrier) and we had this guy who was a miserable, skiving jackass...he was called Tyrone because that was, to the best of my knowledge, his name(seriously).

He was always claiming, since the entire ground crew was white and he was not, that there was a racist management team...and that he deserved promotion over the rest of us.

So, they decided to bring in the big wigs from HQ and discuss this because it had reached a level where 'something' had to be done.

They all flew in on a Saab340 (twin engine turbo prop, seats 34, nice little plane actually www.goldenair.fi/images/saab340_hires.jpg) and they had their "Tyrone should be promoted" meeting...they were all leaving on the next scheduled flight to HQ and Tyrone had the pleasure of loading the baggage on that flight...and he came across the tarmac at a relatively high rate of speed (wishing to look efficient no doubt) and when he u-turned to get the baggage cart close to the aircraft cargo doors to unload, the top of the baggage cart RIPPED the rear horizontal stabilizer clean off the aircraft.

The Big Wigs got off the plane (as the sudden JOLT to the aircraft and the wrenching of metal off the tail was considerable) and walked 'round to the tail to see what had happened and there he was in all his glory with a "what did I do?" look on his face.

He was escorted from the airport and never seen again. Though I think I saw relief on the Aryan managers faces as they boarded another plane for the return to corporate.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 22:04, Reply)

Never work with children, animals or stoned friends...
I agreed to take a job in a small resort town in the South Island of NZ after a school friend decided to move from France with her English husband. I uprooted my whole life in just 10 days and moved my 31 year old self from the big smoke to a place with 1234 permanent residents (we all worked at least 4 jobs to get everything done). Reader Digest condensed version of the story later...I had been working 70 hour weeks, split-shift fucked up rosters and a large ginger woman 'accidentally' broke my right arm in the middle of a perfectly ordinary lunch service. As I was duty manager, supervisor, waitress, bartender, guidance counsellor etc etc I carried on working until my 2 young staff members were picked up by their parents.

When I rang my best friend (the owner of the bar and my boss) to explain that she needed to cover the evening shift while I had my arm put in plaster, she informed me that she was seperating from her husband, shagging the lawn-mower guy, I was an unreliable employee and should stop making shit up.

We don't have quite so many tea parties and chats any more (stupid, stoned, greedy and ultimately bankrupted single bitch!#@@#!)

I'm not bitter. Really.
(jo-jo the majic clown, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 21:51, Reply)

The web is made of Java
So I was desparately looking for a job in the early-90s - did a cold-call at a DTP type place, who were looking to get into the new business of making websites.

I had a short interview with the 2 bosses where they asked me if I could do HTML (I had lied that I could in the phone call) and then not able to keep my big yap shut I said (based on some newspaper article I had skimmed and not understood at all that morning) that "I am so excited about the possibilities since the net runs on Java now not C++ anymore {with accompanying facial gestures of disdain}"...

Well the bosses were so impressed with my understanding of the internet and how it worked, they promptly put me to work... manning the scanner.

2 weeks of lift lid, put photo/brochure in, wait for warmup, scaaaaaan, lift lid, file pic and a right arm thicker than schwarzenegger's later i called the office one morning and said - well as soon as my boss was on the line, I was overcome with a giggling fit - so I mumbled "uh...I don't think I'll be coming anymore" - and he just said "ok" and hung up.

So I didn't really get sacked, but something tells me he wasn't sorry to see me leave.
(ravingoak, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 21:25, Reply)

Haven't been sacked from this one.....
but I am sure it will happen soon.

Been off a few too many times.....havin a good time...and now I am really ill....am not sure that they believe me.
(Oops....did I say that out loud cos I really bloody want to., Wed 1 Mar 2006, 20:22, Reply)

Not bitter but better off!
I used to work (for a very short time i.e. 8 weeks!) selling insurance from home. You got paid a basic salary of 12K a year and then made heaps more (allegedly!) on the very generous commission from insurance the "Public was falling over themselves to buy"

What the lying twunts failed to tell us gullible greed driven monkeys at the interview was that you had 2 months to make a minimum commission rate and failure to do so meant the previous month was added to the next creating some exponential figure unobtainable unless you worked 50 hours a day! Oh and you would face dismissal after a months notice of failure to perform!

Having managed to sell fuckall after 8 weeks of mainly lying in bed wanking till midday I called a halt to this career mangling shambles and got a job in a factory.

I told my team leader and area manager I quit and never looked back however.... they failed to tell HO and after a month I received a letter from HO informing me of my shite performance and giving me a months notice of impending dismissal, I had also received 3 months pay at this time!

Time dragged on and I received a further 2 months pay before being sacked! I later found out from one of the girls I met on the course that so many people quit the area manager was scared of losing his job as the turnover in personnel was so high so he never told HO, cheers mate.

Never did return the money I was overpaid!

Oink!
(Mr Pig, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 20:08, Reply)