I am a...I...I do what...I help...hmmm.
Well then.
I do what needs to be done, by my own definition.
People seem to like it.
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I am a...I...I do what...I help...hmmm.
Well then.
I do what needs to be done, by my own definition.
People seem to like it.
My most recent job was as a baker: bread not cakes, alas.
:shuriken:
I pay people.
Wrongly.
But that's only according to them, cos they're fucking shite-munchers who have no concept of The Welfare State wherein you pay fucking tax and fucking national insurance like every other cunt who isn't signing fucking on. Even then, you still pay NI. But that's not fucking measurable in fish fucking suppers, so it doesn't fucking count.
I love my job.
Can you pay me some time?
Everything is negotiable, sweetness.Quote:
Originally Posted by Skweeky
:naughty:
I like how you didn't blame the software once.Quote:
Originally Posted by chalice
Incidentally, I had one of them call me up and ask how to report his overtime the other day.
It was a bit like someone needing help with their windows installation, and accidentally getting connected to some random programmer at microsoft instead of customer-support, or, as it were in this case, their own company's first line support. I think there's someone really new manning their switchboard.
I halped him, though.
We all know though, that the problems in this world, are all caused by the software developed by you and Barbie. :snooty:
Holy crap...you've resurfaced!Quote:
Originally Posted by MagicNakor
I love my job, yet sometimes i feel like leavning it for a couple of weeks. The more I get involved, the more headaches i have.