Have a similar story with regard to getting a job..
*this isn't another wind up by the way, but still 100% true*


I was interviewed by the Sales Director at 9 am. I was there suited and booted applying for a (50k a year!!!) job. The friendly and frankly gorgeous assistant showed me to the interview room and left me with a smile and a promise of a cup of coffee. I got my coffee and another smile and was told that my prospective new boss was running a little late.

A little late turned out to be nearly 2 hours. He rolled in, wearing jeans and a t-shirt and reeking of stale smoke. To be honest, at first I did not believe this tattooed steroid junkie was my prospective employer.
It didn't bode well. I got asked the usual questions, figures, ambitions, salary demands and by the time we got done with those I could tell I'd lost him. He finished by asking me what I like doing in my spare time and whether I can hold my drink.

I told him truthfully, that spending a lot of time in germany and being nearly 22 stone, I have yet to meet any other englisher that can outbeer me, but as soon as someone brings out the liquor I have the stomach of a 7 year old. He then asked me again, his eyes barely open, what I liked doing in my spare time. I told him that I liked literature, cinema, lifting weights and occasionally, when the mood takes me, strapping a vaccum cleaner to my cock, slipping the gimp mask on and dancing round the livng room.

I had an offer within 24 hours and started work the week after.
(Fausted Sticking his faust where the sun don't shine, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 1:11, Reply)