my mate evelyn
i've never been sacked, although i have my review this week, so will keep you posted on that one.

but my friend eve is another matter. bright as a button but scatty as a loon on loon drugs (ni-eve would be a better name for her), she turned up for a new job as a PA. at about 4.30pm, the boss said that he was leaving and would see her tomorrow.

for some reason, eve decided that what he was really saying was, "go on love, it's your first day, no need to make a good impression, just fuck off an hour and a half early". so she did. and he came back to find her gone. she had lasted less than a day before being sacked.

four years later, as a lawyer, she left a highly confidential file in a kebab house at 3am; dropped original documents under the wheels of a tube and brought a stinking sack of rubbish to work and sat with it under her desk all day, labouring under the fond delusion that she had picked up her gym kit. she only found out when she opened it to get changed after work.

amazingly she has not yet died from forgetting how to breathe...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Mon 27 Feb 2006, 11:09, Reply)