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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My first job......was working as a waitress in one of those god awful "family fun pub" type restaurants.
I go up to check next week's rota one day, and notice my manager has given me an extra shift. I go up to her and explain that I can't possibly take this on, as I am revising for my A levels, and I was already working over the maximum recommended hours for students.
Much 'discussion' ensues, in which i make it clear that there is no way this job is more important to me than passing my exams. She winds up the discussion with "Exams are all well and good innit, but it's work experience that counts in The Real World(TM)"
I promptly resigned (and through a monumental effort refrained from pointing out that this advice hadn't seem to work for her).
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eponymous Oh!, Wed 27 Jul 2005, 13:38,
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