I got lucky with my timing when I graduated as a young geologist
I had a shit degree, 6 years to finish a 3 year course, scraping by on 120 dollars a week from the government. But the industry was going through one of it's periodic upturns and there were jobs a-plenty. I had already settled on one job when I got an offer from another that I had no intention of taking. But, they were going to fly me to Perth for the interview and put me up at the hilton hotel. So I flew out there and immediately rang up a few hundred bucks on roomservice ordering bloody marys and bellinis. I even used the corby trouser press. the day of the interview on the top floor of the hotel, I passed a huge buffet table, so loaded my plate up with smoked salmon, carpaccio, and watermelon until it was like the mashed potato plate from Close Encounters. I spent the interview talking through a full mouth-full of food "gomph, gomph, yessh, it schertainy sheems like a interweshting proposal...sorry, that wassh my fault...here, I'll wipe it off for you"
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 14:02, 1 reply)

Haaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha!
Love this.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 28 Jul 2011, 15:28, closed)