Mine was fine...except for the people.
I did my work experience at the solicitor's office right next door to my house, mainly because I was just too lazy to bother getting up earlier than half 8.

While I wasn't staring at the secretary's breasts or skiving off into town to meet my friends (not that much of a plus, the town being Scunthorpe), one of the junior solicitors used to get me to look at certain cases from the sides of the defendant and the prosecution, and then write a couple of pages on who should win the case and why.

Eager to please, I did my utmost to impress him through my work, spending half a day reading up on the case then using the rest of my time to argue my case on paper.

After doing this about three or four times, I finally realised that this exercise was merely to get me out of his hair, and that he never read my work. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw my latest effort in his bin only minuted after it had been given to him.

Being the cunning and vengeful little so and so I was, I started to slip in words such as 'poo' and 'bum-bum' in random places in my work, which developed into me including 'You Mr *********, are a massive fucking cunt.' in my final piece.

Unfortunately as it was my second to last day, one of the partners in the firm had decided to check up on how I was doing, and proceeded to read my final case argument before I had a chance to hand it in to the junior solicitor.

I left in disgrace (although smiling), and after taking one last look at the secratary's fine pair of knockers, almost skipped home knowing that I had just got myself a three day weekend.

Apologies for length, it's my first time and I'm excited...
(the cat is pouncing on your face on, Thu 10 May 2007, 13:42, Reply)