I am a cnut.
While doing my best to piss what few years of free education the UK goverment is willing to bestow upon us up various walls, I had the misfortune to 'work' at a popular fast food outlet (Hint, they are apparaently 'loving it').

I enphasize the word 'work' due to my very lose interpretation fo the term back then, the place was managed by my best mates house mate, and thus I already knew just how far i would have to push in order to get fired, and so I filled my shifts with any activities beyond those that I actually 'should' of being doing, but I digress.

One day, a young lad turns up in order to do work experience in this place... talk about setting your sights high... two more year under his belt and they would pay him for being there with no questions asked.

I decided to make it my personal mission to 'scare this lad straight' as it were, highlights included...

making him colour in the tile grouting with a marker pen

counting ice cubes, and then keeping a tally chart of the number given out that day

endurance training, involving the freezer, him in the usual uniform and me in the big fluffy freezer coat and holding a stop watch.

requesting autographs from customers who I had told him were

...and obviously, forcing him to eat some of the shite produced in the place.

I hear the lad did quite well with his studies in the end, and now works in IT, You really DO have to be cruel to be kind... cos it's more fun that way.
( BulldogUgly Visit my profile to see what's between my legs, Fri 11 May 2007, 14:08, Reply)