Sunday, 9 December 2012

Errrrr.....can you bugger off please? Thanks. Await Further Instruction.

This is a true story. On my second day at my new job, I sensed some kind of unpleasant presence around me as I was typing. I turned around after a minute and my boss was standing over me, smirking over his glasses.

I'll have to come up with a name for him, lets call him H for now. This stands for Hitler.

H: Ah. Come up to the office for a chat.
Me: Ok.

We went upstairs to his dark brown, faded yellow artexed office, a playground for dust and depression and I sat down opposite his lordship at his desk. Which, by the way, has one of these on it*:

*I'm not joking


Then this happened....

H: We have some important things to go through today, to do with your new job and we'll have to discuss...

The phone on his desk started to ring. He picked it up.

H: Hello! Oh, hi! Ok. Ok. Just hang on one moment.

H put his hand over the receiver and looked at me.

H: Erm, this is a private call, so.....do you mind?

Me: OK. 

H: Can you close the door on your way out?

I closed the door on my way out.

How do you make these again?



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