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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The Posh Peoples' Department Store.....
When I was 17 I had a dream Saturday/summer hols job at the (then) 'Posh Peoples' Department Store' in Knightsbridge. Better than a paper round any day.
One fine summer I was told that I was being sent to do a stint in the basement stock rooms with - as luck would have it - one of my mates.
The real highlight, though, lay in finding a three foot long, very flexible steel spanner of some sort. Which, when combined with a carefully woven set of elastic bands and the spokes from a broken* umbrella made a rather splendid bow and arrow. The arrows would quite easily pass straight through an empty cardboard box, and when fired at the door embedded themselves with a truly marvellous arrow-embedding thump/whirring.
It was our supervisor who discovered just what a great sound it was when he paid a surprise visit, pushing on the door just as an arrow was hitting the other side. Cue one of those "oh shit we're fired" moments where time stands still.
Supervisor was a good sport about it though and all he wanted was to have a crack with it himself.
History doesn't record what the Health and Safety Inspector might have made of all this.
*tradition holds that there's no such thing as broken umbrellas in the stock room at the PPDS. Good God, man. There may have been a little assistance.
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 21:23, Reply)
When I was 17 I had a dream Saturday/summer hols job at the (then) 'Posh Peoples' Department Store' in Knightsbridge. Better than a paper round any day.
One fine summer I was told that I was being sent to do a stint in the basement stock rooms with - as luck would have it - one of my mates.
The real highlight, though, lay in finding a three foot long, very flexible steel spanner of some sort. Which, when combined with a carefully woven set of elastic bands and the spokes from a broken* umbrella made a rather splendid bow and arrow. The arrows would quite easily pass straight through an empty cardboard box, and when fired at the door embedded themselves with a truly marvellous arrow-embedding thump/whirring.
It was our supervisor who discovered just what a great sound it was when he paid a surprise visit, pushing on the door just as an arrow was hitting the other side. Cue one of those "oh shit we're fired" moments where time stands still.
Supervisor was a good sport about it though and all he wanted was to have a crack with it himself.
History doesn't record what the Health and Safety Inspector might have made of all this.
*tradition holds that there's no such thing as broken umbrellas in the stock room at the PPDS. Good God, man. There may have been a little assistance.
( , Fri 10 Aug 2007, 21:23, Reply)
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