That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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I knew it was over at when....Well its not actually over yet but will be in a few weeks. I work for a large nation wide Chemist you know the one (the one thats not Superdrug) and its shite.
I knew it was about to be over when they put a fat lazy slug in charge of me, when I "accidently" fucked the printers for a week, when they told me I was too good at my job to be promoted (I was not after my supervisors job nor did she decline me so its not sour grapes against her she really is a fat lazy slug)and when I started visiting the toilet twice daily in order to jack one out on company time (god being paid to wanks horny).
Not very funny but knowing I'm leaving for better shores means I can finally release six years of pent up aggression. My supervisor (sorry "team leader" (fucking managment speak)) changes shoes when she starts work so I'm going to coil one out in to her shoes on my last day; I dont need a reference and I know where all the security cameras are.
Edit: Why is it that in retail when they promote supervisors they immediatly become clipboard nazis (like Hitler without the cuddliness) and why are they always women?
(, Sat 23 Jul 2005, 23:35, Reply)
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