I was sacked by DS-MAX pyramid marketing cunts
I turned up for a job as an "advertising manager", which should have read "door-to-door chugger" for that was what my job was.

For the week I lasted it was absolute hell - they had me doorstepping after dark on estates where I wouldn't have gone during daytime if I was armed to the teeth, most of the people I met couldn't afford basic hygeine products and certainly didn't have bank accounts (which we needed for the direct debit forms). During this week I was told that I wouldn't receive any comission on a sale because the customer had used a blue pen instead of a black one on a form (give me the fucking form back, and I'll go over it in black, you cunts). I made another sale but felt incredibly guilty as the lady I sold it to had around 200 cats and was completely senile. On my final day I was told to "fuck off" by no less that three members of the public. I went straight to the pub, where the barman said "sounds like you've got a shit job, why not work for Banks's?", for that was the name of the brewery.

It took me two days to get a job with Banks's and I'd work for them again in a shot. Because no-one tells you to fuck off if you're selling them booze.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 24 Feb 2006, 15:35, Reply)