And was it as bad as this?
and asked if I wanted a game. I booted the ball over the roof and unfortunately, there was no replacement football.
game over/welcome to the company
and fried a hard drive with the work i was supposed to do on it
pleaded ignorance as to what happened
Heard a good one from someone who worked at GAME (coincedentally) who started at robin hood airport who'd be put in the luggage department on a plane on his first day to pack the luggage. They shut the doors and started the engines so he thought theyd taken off and he pissed himself as he was so scared. He said he was in there for a good hour.
I'll be honest
It was really bad because whenever she was offering sweets around after that she'd be like 'OH and Hannah doesn't LIKE sweets' and I do like sweets and I did want sweets.
Got lost in Victoria station - 20 mins late.
Accidentally poured caramel sauce on my pasta at lunch. Which I dribbled down my lovely new white shirt.
Then stood in horse shit in the afternoon.
Was all uphill from there, mind.
First day of my last job, I was, and they really were, because I was sweating and pasty and para.
Mistake not made again.
about mid-day I asked what time lunch was likely to be only to be informed they didn't do lunch breaks. The manager kindly offered me the chance of some fresh air if I would pick up lunch for her and the assistant manager, money was given, I got my jacket and fucked off never to return. Did treat myself to a great lunch tho.
I had hardly said anything to anyone, didn't even take lunch on the first day and only got up to go to the toilet maybe once a day. On perhaps the third or fourth day, a couple of the guys near me were chatting about Mario Balotelli and his disciplinary record and I thought... hey why not join in, about time, right?
So I chirped up in a kind of nervous voice ... well, you know Balotelli, he's an enigma!
Five seconds of silence with people uneasily looking at each other.
Work colleague: Umm ... he's a what?!
Probably the most releived laughter I have ever heard when I repeated myself more clearly.
Started working at this new, hip software company that had a games room and everything. He was a bit more rotund back in those days and at lunch they asked if he'd like to play pool. He agrees and at some point during the game bends over to take a shop and rips the arse out of his trousers.
And no, it wasn't me. I'm a skinny fucker.
I once got the lift up to our offices with the Dean of our department (big boss in charge of about 400 of us) and I'd pulled my headphones out of my iphone but for some reason it started playing the Ghostface/Wu Tang (I think) I was listening to out of the speakers. After about 10 n-bombs, 5 mf-bombs and a couple of s-bombs I managed to hit the stop button.
He looked pretty appalled, and I just ran off as soon as the doors opened.