Urgh you winMine was a mind numbingly dull job in the post room of a finance company. I was taking the staples and paperclips out of big piles of paper documents so that some other underpaid monkey could put them in the microfiche. The floor manager was from the Hitler school of man management and wouldn't allow any talking at all in the open plan office. She clicked her fingers at me on the morning of the second day and I walked out. I faxed her from my friend's house to the effect of 'you may have noticed I'm not in the office, and I'm not coming back either'. Awful and got paid about a fiver.
My dad also worked there and nearly killed me when he found out I'd walked out
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My dad also worked there and nearly killed me when he found out I'd walked out