Sainsburys
Many moons ago, to pay for my college booze I started working at Sainburys. Now my dad used to work there too, so my interview consisted of the interviewer sitting back saying
"No point doing this because i guess your dad told you everything already (he hadnt)"
"err yeah sure" was my reply.
Suprise suprise i got the job.

Anyway, first day comes around and my dad is showing me around, "right son, he says, I know you dont want to work on the tills so i have sorted you with a place in the Meat/ Fish department"
I am introduced to Andrew the dept boss, a big geordie bloke. Nice polite introductions are made and shown about the department. Then my dad leaves.

Andrew turns to me, "Right Fishbone just one little thing. IF YOU EVER CALL IN SICK DUE TO HANGOVER, I DONT GIVE A SHIT WHO YOUR DAD IS IM GONNA COME ROUND YOUR HOUSE, GRAB YOU BY THE TESTICLES AND DRAG YOUR FUCKING ARSE INTO WORK... ok, good"
Scared the shit out of me it did, and it worked. Turned out to be a top bloke who I shared many drunken nights with... and turned up to work on time in all manner of booze related states.
(Fishbone-didi, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 21:47, Reply)