Unemployed again
Having left university and the incident with the fire hoses far behind me, and just back from messing around in America for 3 months in the summer of 2005, I had landed myself a job at a data storage company called Iron Mountain. Data entry with a bit of picking and packing. Duller than a sexually frustated middle aged librarian, and filled with the kind of dross you wouldn't hire for a job in Macdonalds. But hey- any port in a storm.

I had fitted in quite well, considering I was a former student lazyarse and they were, well, they were. I still can't think of the words but they were mostly a good bunch. And so there I was, beavering away like the good little worker drone that I was. In fact the comparison to beehives could be taken much further if I still chose. And then I made a somewhat fatal mistake. Which of course resulted in a near instant P45.

By massively screwing up a database that contained the information on working visas for some several million migrant workers. Oops!
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 3 Apr 2009, 18:21, 1 reply)

Egads
I managed to build a fortress at work out of the Iron Mountain boxes. I don't think health and safety would have been too pleased, but it did stop annoying people coming to my desk.
(ToysForBigBoys would spread her legs for Nick Clegg., Fri 3 Apr 2009, 19:43, closed)