My mum stopped me sticking it to The Man.
The Man in this case being Mr. Tesco.

In early 1998 I started working for Tesco as a checkout boy. At the tender age of sixteen I waltzed into Tesco for 'orientation' and was told to come back for the late shift that evening.

So I appear and apparently I'm not on that day's rota. "Sod this!" I thought. "I'd rather play computer games all day!" so like the lazy boy I was, I wrote them a letter saying that I just plum didn't want to work for them anymore.

I got a letter a couple of weeks saying that they were sorry I was ill and that they hoped I would return to work soon. Another couple of weeks later I received another letter stating that I had been fired, accompanying which was a cheque for £100. Why they sent me this cheque, I do not know, but they did and I deposited it in my bank account and forgot the whole affair.

A couple of years later I arrived home from another gruelling three hours at college to discover a letter waiting for me. I opened it to reveal another cheque for £100.

The more astute amongst you will realise that I received the second cheque in 2000. Tesco, in their wisdom, had set their payroll system back two years in order to escape the wrath of the millennium bug until they were ready to implement a solution, thereby ensuring that I received a second cheque.

My mum made me throw it away, fearing that any attempt to cash it would result in me being investigated for fraud and bumraped in hell by Hitler for all eternity.

A pity. I could have used it to buy a DVD player.
(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Sat 19 Jun 2010, 18:05, 1 reply)

wha?
Hitler's in Hell?
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Sat 19 Jun 2010, 18:22, closed)