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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Office shenanigans
OK, so too much reading of b3ta would probably suffice in itself....
...but boffing one of my team mates on a regular basis most lunchtimes for over a year would almost certainly have nailed it.
OK, so it wasn't during company time or on company property, but the flirtacious emails and copious gropings in the lifts and meeting rooms certainly were.
Most mornings were spent ogling her magnificent body and long black stocking-clad legs, dreaming of the lunchtime session to come.
Most afternoons were spent in a rosy post-nookie glow and congratulating myself on a job well done.
It's been a couple of years since she was transferred elsewhere, but maybe it's time to give her a call! :)
( , Tue 14 Aug 2007, 14:45, Reply)
OK, so too much reading of b3ta would probably suffice in itself....
...but boffing one of my team mates on a regular basis most lunchtimes for over a year would almost certainly have nailed it.
OK, so it wasn't during company time or on company property, but the flirtacious emails and copious gropings in the lifts and meeting rooms certainly were.
Most mornings were spent ogling her magnificent body and long black stocking-clad legs, dreaming of the lunchtime session to come.
Most afternoons were spent in a rosy post-nookie glow and congratulating myself on a job well done.
It's been a couple of years since she was transferred elsewhere, but maybe it's time to give her a call! :)
( , Tue 14 Aug 2007, 14:45, Reply)
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