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racking my brain I am reminded of the first sales office I worked in, first job post uni blah blah. Me and two other guys started at exactly the same time, and I later found out one of the older guys refused to learn anyone news name til they'd been there at least a month, and that he refered to us all as the clones as we'd all started at the same time, and we all wore glasses. Wow. Another guy at this awful little place Carl R****** was a dodgy wide boy of the dodgiest and widest level imaginable, which is usually a bonus in sales. Anyway for reasons which I can't be arsed going into the company expired, we all got the push and on the last day we wrote our names and addresses down for those who wanted to, to stay in touch.
Two months later my Dad phones me up, as I was living away, 'Do you know a Carl R*******?'
'Yes'I had forgotten about weasel boy, 'Why?'
'Because he's switched out electricity from one supplier to another' thats correct, he'd arranged the whole transaction to switch my Dad's electricity using the briefest of details I'd written on a contact sheet at a previous job. My Dad personally got him sacked for that! and then he applies to work at where I was working at the time. He strolls through the door like the cocksure little fuckwit he was, see's me ensconsed at my desk and his face falls. He doesn't get the job and I have an amusing half hour pointing out all the lies in his CV to my sales director.


edit: I have worked in some shit places, with some shit people.

On the other hand I have met a lot of good close friends through work, where we've had fantastic nights out, great weekends away, have swapped blood, sweat, tears, stories and occasionally bodily fluids with colleagues, so on the whole I do think that I'm up on the whole deal.
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Tue 29 Jan 2008, 21:06, Reply)