Why should you be fired from your job?
I spent three years "working" in the Ministry of Agriculture carefully crafting projectiles out of folded paper and drawing pins that I would then fire at colleagues with an elastic band. On discovering I'd been conducting all-out warfare when I should really have been in a field counting cows, I was asked to "reconsider my career options" outside the service.
Why, then, should you be fired from your job?
( , Thu 9 Aug 2007, 13:04)
I spent three years "working" in the Ministry of Agriculture carefully crafting projectiles out of folded paper and drawing pins that I would then fire at colleagues with an elastic band. On discovering I'd been conducting all-out warfare when I should really have been in a field counting cows, I was asked to "reconsider my career options" outside the service.
Why, then, should you be fired from your job?
( , Thu 9 Aug 2007, 13:04)
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Mustard fights.
My cousin got me my first job at the same place she worked (i.e. manky pub). It was our job to clean the kitchen, make tea, spit in complaining old bitches food and so on. Anyhoo, as soon as the boss buggered off to rest her fat arse and left us to do the real work, we would start throwing mashed potatoes, mustard, horseradish sauce and gravy at each other, and discussing how much we hated the boss and her miserly husband in very loud voices. And, obviously they could hear us from the bar where they were sat down. We only weren't fired because no one else wanted to work there. Oh, and I'd also 'accidentally' tip gravy, cream and chips into customers laps/drinks when I was serving them. Mwa ha ha.
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 8:12, Reply)
My cousin got me my first job at the same place she worked (i.e. manky pub). It was our job to clean the kitchen, make tea, spit in complaining old bitches food and so on. Anyhoo, as soon as the boss buggered off to rest her fat arse and left us to do the real work, we would start throwing mashed potatoes, mustard, horseradish sauce and gravy at each other, and discussing how much we hated the boss and her miserly husband in very loud voices. And, obviously they could hear us from the bar where they were sat down. We only weren't fired because no one else wanted to work there. Oh, and I'd also 'accidentally' tip gravy, cream and chips into customers laps/drinks when I was serving them. Mwa ha ha.
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 8:12, Reply)
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