Sacked
I once worked in a holiday camp as a barman on the border of Scotland. Straight after uni a gang of us went up to work on the bar.

The manager of the bar decided to start seeing one of the girls we worked with (he was already married/engaged) and she was - well quite hot. I'd had a 'sort of fling' with her for a while at Uni and desire still simmered somewhere.

One night the i got absolutely hammered and made a bit of a prick of myself - drinking the managers beer and trying to set him up with two flusies who happened to be in the bar that night. I also then told him not to mess the 'other girl' around as i 'wouldn't be happy'. (He probably outweighed me by three stone and probably would have killed me). Then in a bit of a haze - i managed to find myself alone with the woman later on and (was told), tried to kiss her. She was having none of it.

Next day turned up for work feeling more than a bit sheepish to the words from the boss 'Dont worry about it, no problem'.
'Great' i thought, got away with that one.
8 hours later i was informed by the assistant manager - who was completely bemused, that the manager wasn't happy with me. 20 mins later i was told to leave the next day.

I thought the manager was a prick - but as it turned out - he married the girl and they are living happily ever after in Australia. So he must have been alright after all.

Wasn't too happy about being sacked though, we were having a great laugh getting pissed and stoned every night after work.
Those we're the days.
(Popped my cherry at long last)
(mcguis, Mon 27 Feb 2006, 0:27, Reply)