Work feckers..
Having been hired to complete a endless task involving teletext and betting, I completed the project having done exactly what was asked and a bit more. I sit back and think of the 2 months left on my contract I have to write a wonderful instruction manual.

Next day, called into the managers office, the head of the firm deem than as I have finished the job before the end of the contract, that I am no longer needed. I ask "what about my money and the instruction manual?". "No need, we'll sort it out". I am asked to leave the building (they still have my Thunderbirds mug.)

Now, having been in the internet department, I was privy to the master passwords to put the feeds into our adverts on thousands of web pages like, skysports.com, uefa.com, etc. I just happen to pull into the local McD's (free Wi-Fi) and try out the passwords. Still working (usually they change them within 20 minutes of an employee leaving the job). hee hee hee.

Now, let us say that the old password was changed to one that only I had, and more importantly, every feed that was supposed to show our betting prices was linked to hardcore porn. I mean the stuff that on Google you feel kinda sick looking at.

Imagine if you will. A gambler, seeing that we have liverpool to win at 2/1, clicks the lnk to the website of said firm and all of a sudden up pops spitroasts, squirters and all kinds of filth.

I managed to keep this up for nearly 3 weeks. Everyday changing the password. I then received a nice text from Miss. A Non. "stop now. they know". My work there was done.

Happy happy.
(gjb006, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 19:54, 2 replies)

Please tell me...
that they paid you through the two months of your contract. If not, I'd be very cross.
(ohnonotagain It's worse than you thought. I'm Canadian., Thu 21 Jan 2010, 9:07, closed)

Good work.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 9:46, closed)