I prefer the one where you got sacked for slagging work colleagues on an internet website that they knew you were a contributor to.
Then you went whinging to that very website about the injustice of it all. I guess that makes you the 'stupid colleague' lollers.





Cheers
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:19, 1 reply)

Hi Rory!
I think this must be your first ever post to me where you haven't referred to a penis. Have you discovered girls?

And the website where I was a "contributor" was my blog. Apart from teh people who commented on it, I was pretty much the only contributor.

But the gist is true. I did get the bullet for writing on my blog that some silly twat had wiped the mail queues - again. Didn't name any company or names but laddo who I whined about was one of these sly bastards who used his admin rights to to check the firewall logs and see what people were up to. He found my blog, started to follow my ramblings ( he liked what I talked about ) for a few months and then got upset when I called him a simpleton. For it was he who deleted the fucking mail queues.

The actual reason I was fired, if your interested, is that I said on my blog that I'd like to give him a slap.

Still - got anew contract a couple of weeks later at 4 times the money (it had to be - it involved working in London) where I saw out my time before moving here to Oz. And here, I run my own company writing software for hospitals and couldn't be happier. So it all worked out in the end.

Hope that makes you happy.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:23, closed)

Cheers
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:25, closed)

You sound like a rigth smug cunt
Its nice when it works out - well done mate :)
(waxdart hello., Fri 4 Mar 2011, 11:50, closed)

Smug?
I suppose I am at the minute. Makes a change.

But you do what I'd love to do just don't have the bottle. Stand-up. I have a pathological fear of public speaking. Even now, when I have to do it at least once a month, I shit myself. No matter how well prepared I am, once I actually have to stand up to speak, my brain goes into overdrive and the only things going through my mind is SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! Once I start I'm OK, but it's that horrible moment between standing up and starting to talk that I think I'm going to die.

I sweat like Peter Andre on Mastermind.....

Stand-up comedians? Balls or breasts of steel.....

Cheers

I've done it once
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 12:01, closed)