Bookshop wanks
When I was working in a bookshop, one of my favourite jobs was working in the basement unpacking the books. I could put the radio on, listen to some choons, eat corn-based packaging and basically chill out (although I did actually work pretty hard at it). But from time to time I would take a break to read an 'erotic' novel and take a wank.

Until the time the (female) boss caught me at it. Not a word was ever said, but I felt the time had probably come to stop.

For the forensics specialists among you, a fair amount of my semen is probably still to be found in the rubble of an old lift shaft at the bottom of the Royal Festival Hall, for 'twas there I was working at the time.
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 11:12, 6 replies)

Were you working at Foyles?
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 11:38, closed)

Christ
Was it Books Etc?? I had a mad crush on a girl that worked there when I was on security!
( bentalls In my head, I am a ninja, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 12:33, closed)

It was indeed
And judging by your username, you're not far from me now either...
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 20:10, closed)

It's surprisingly tasty
Do you think the popcorn packaging made up from the dregs they chuck out every week from the local cinema?
( monkeybananaraffle, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 12:53, closed)

I've mentioned this before here
I'm sure the stuff is full of poison - fungicide, rodent repellent, that kind of thing. I wouldn't recommend eating a lot of it.

Assuming you mean packaging, not semen.
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 20:12, closed)

innit?
I also used to work in a bookshop basement unpacking books, but also ran the cash office, also in the basement. A small room, about a meter square with a door that locked. Ideal wanking space. Never get caught, but I hate to think what would happen if they dna tested that carpet...

(too many alsos, sorry.)
(Mr Steve is jobless and fancyfree!, Tue 13 Jan 2009, 22:10, closed)