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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WacArnolds
I worked at this famous fast food chain while I was back in college.
I was 23 at the time so one of the eldest there(apart from the owner/manager)
This man was greed personified. He was clinically obese, obnoxious, and drove a "lexi" (lexus)
Of course all the spotty teens that worked there feared him. (first experience of 'the real world')
I never had time for his shit and blatantly didnt give a fuck. I was only there to collect beer tokens.
One day he called me into his office and reprimanded me about the LENGTH OF MY BEARD and accused me of looking slovenly!
Thats rich coming from a sweaty 20 stone wanker.(thought I)
He then pulls from his desk drawer a BIC Orange razor blade and tells me to go and have a shave.
Now let me point out that this was only about 4 days growth on my face.
Fuck you thought I. I took the razor to the washroom placed it on the side, took a roll of toilet paper and went back into his office.
Here you go mate Go and have a shit.
Got my stuff and left.
I still pop into the drive thru every now and then. Some of the people are still there today and the legend of it lives on!
Yay
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 10:32, Reply)
I worked at this famous fast food chain while I was back in college.
I was 23 at the time so one of the eldest there(apart from the owner/manager)
This man was greed personified. He was clinically obese, obnoxious, and drove a "lexi" (lexus)
Of course all the spotty teens that worked there feared him. (first experience of 'the real world')
I never had time for his shit and blatantly didnt give a fuck. I was only there to collect beer tokens.
One day he called me into his office and reprimanded me about the LENGTH OF MY BEARD and accused me of looking slovenly!
Thats rich coming from a sweaty 20 stone wanker.(thought I)
He then pulls from his desk drawer a BIC Orange razor blade and tells me to go and have a shave.
Now let me point out that this was only about 4 days growth on my face.
Fuck you thought I. I took the razor to the washroom placed it on the side, took a roll of toilet paper and went back into his office.
Here you go mate Go and have a shit.
Got my stuff and left.
I still pop into the drive thru every now and then. Some of the people are still there today and the legend of it lives on!
Yay
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 10:32, Reply)
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