so many sackings, so little time
where do I begin? the latest one was working for a bunch of internet cunts in the West End. Seriously overworked, under-staffed etc.
I have what is known in the business as "a bad attitude" which comes from my reluctance to bend down and take it up the shitechute for the sake of a wagepacket.
So, after a month of putting in the long hours and plastering the fake smile on my face, I'd had enough, and the sickies began.
The first one was a Tuesday and Wednesday (the unwritten rules are that you can't do a Monday or Friday- too fucking obvious, and that you must do 2 days min. to prove you're genuinely ill). That was put down to the flu bug that had decimated the office- got away with that.
From there on it was a slippery slope- once you've broken the seal you can never go back.
As any dedicated office anarchist knows, the hardest part of tossing a sickie is thinking up a good excuse: "24 hour bug" you're obviously a sickie rookie.
"bad tummy" - what are you, twelve??
Sadly, after a couple of months I'd used up all my best eexcuses (too brilliant to share with the likes of you), and the final straw came after a midweek drink and coke binge that left me still awake and brain-cunted at 9am the next day.
It was this that led me to ring in and get carried away with the excuse: "can't come in today- I had a very bad stomache blockage early this morning and had to go to the hospital for an enema- very messy".
Justifiably told not to come back in.


Apologies for length and shitty stench
( MontyyouterribleCUNT I gave Jeremy Kyle cancer, Thu 23 Feb 2006, 17:06, Reply)