Working for the Bus Co
When a student I had a part-time job working in cash collection for a bus company.

The busses would come in at the end of their shifts and drop off a bag of coins and notes and it'd be the task of the people in this small, non-airconed room to count the money and place the information (handwritten mind) into files appropriate to the bus routes.

The bus company owners (hello Bill, you cunt) were some of the most corrupt fuckwads I've ever met. The place was full of the lame the infirm and - having had two weeks of listening to old women jabber about Corrie, their bunions and what they were doing at the weekend - I told my boss to shove his job up his arse.

Not really much of a story, I know, but it's late.

Will think of a better one.

Move along now ...
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 13:58, 1 reply)

You could've at least tried to make something up.

(Slip Digby is a meat puppet, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 15:12, closed)