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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I spent the majority of my teenage years working in a Cash and Carry whose staff and customers showed little or no respect for any of the simple peons. The wage was also pretty tom tit, even for my age at the time! Therefore I decided to nick everything I could possibly get my hands on! How could they miss it, I hear you ask. Very easily. They only did stock once every six months! So I stole boxes upon boxes of Cadburys Fingers and cases of illicit Jack Daniels, all the while doing bugger all except pick my hoop and listen to my iPod whilst on the shop floor and point customers in the wrong direction. The beauty of this however wasn't in the selling of these things to my local corner shop, or even the fact that to this day I haven't been found out. It was the fact I eventually got fired for not turning up for a 3 hour shift on the quietest night of the week. My reason? I was playing at Murrayfield in the Scottish Cup Final.
They didn't understand.
( , Wed 15 Aug 2007, 3:45, Reply)
I spent the majority of my teenage years working in a Cash and Carry whose staff and customers showed little or no respect for any of the simple peons. The wage was also pretty tom tit, even for my age at the time! Therefore I decided to nick everything I could possibly get my hands on! How could they miss it, I hear you ask. Very easily. They only did stock once every six months! So I stole boxes upon boxes of Cadburys Fingers and cases of illicit Jack Daniels, all the while doing bugger all except pick my hoop and listen to my iPod whilst on the shop floor and point customers in the wrong direction. The beauty of this however wasn't in the selling of these things to my local corner shop, or even the fact that to this day I haven't been found out. It was the fact I eventually got fired for not turning up for a 3 hour shift on the quietest night of the week. My reason? I was playing at Murrayfield in the Scottish Cup Final.
They didn't understand.
( , Wed 15 Aug 2007, 3:45, Reply)
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