One the other hand
Many years later, I found myself working for a Reanult dealership, where I was generally considered the star service bloke cos I was VERY good at empathising with customers who'd spend 20 minutes attacking me (sometimes physically) because of other people's shoddy work, and making them happily sit with a cup of coffee for yet another two hours while we did even more unneccesary work to their car at their expense.

Anyway, I got head-hunted for a much better motor trade job, and informed the service manager that I'd be leaving. he tried to get me to stay, but I told him my mind was made up, so he was very nice about it and said he sort out my notice and leaving date. 4 weeks of badgering, and he'd done nothing so I wandered up to see the general manager (who everyone was scared of an thought was a cunt apart from me - he seemed to like me in a non bum-love way) and told him. he said if I wanted to leave there and then I could, and he'd sort out that I got paid 4 weeks notice from then. Seeing as he was so smashingly co-operative, I worked through to the end of the day so's to not leave the department a man down.
At the end of the day, the general manager came over and thanked me for my efforts, and said that if I found I wanted to come back to just give him a call and he'd sort it for me. Whic, again, was very nice of him. Then he marched into the service manager's office and shouted a bit about nothing in particular. So I left, and went off to my new job, and got two pay checks that month. I called in on payday when passing to say hi and see the accounts people for my P45, and found the service manager had been sacked. Which was a bit of a shame, cos he was actually a nice bloke.

So there's no point to that story, apart from I didn't rob them, and I'm actually quite a nice bloke actually. Alright?
( Tone Depear fucking rocks, Wed 1 Mar 2006, 4:54, Reply)