Being told off as an adult
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Hangover
The last time I had a hangover I didn't go into work. I work in a laboratory, and all my cells died and a week long experiment failed. My boss kept trying to call me all day, but I refused to answer...
The next day, I went in, trying to look ill whenever my boss was around, but told everyone else what a good weekend I'd had, and how I was still a bit hungover. And my boss heard me.
"Look, Rotten_Cointreau, this is a JOB. I PAY you to do it."
I stand looking at my feet, mumbling, "Yes, boss, sorry boss, won't happen again boss". I went very red, and started sweating like a whore in church...
It was just like being in nursery school, when I ate all the chocolates in the class advent calendar...
( , Fri 21 Sep 2007, 21:16, Reply)
The last time I had a hangover I didn't go into work. I work in a laboratory, and all my cells died and a week long experiment failed. My boss kept trying to call me all day, but I refused to answer...
The next day, I went in, trying to look ill whenever my boss was around, but told everyone else what a good weekend I'd had, and how I was still a bit hungover. And my boss heard me.
"Look, Rotten_Cointreau, this is a JOB. I PAY you to do it."
I stand looking at my feet, mumbling, "Yes, boss, sorry boss, won't happen again boss". I went very red, and started sweating like a whore in church...
It was just like being in nursery school, when I ate all the chocolates in the class advent calendar...
( , Fri 21 Sep 2007, 21:16, Reply)
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