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I got myself a job!! hahaha - some company actually wants to hire a sack of shite like me....its a company down at Robinson Road...any of yous working around there? We could have lunch occasionally....

www.availcorp.com

Thats the website of the company....

so...enough with your go back to school jokes and me being a small kid....I am a working adult now!! (some how or another..i believe they will never stop)

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Fark me...i wanna go back to school.....:crying: :crying:

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Whatever you do now....

.... don't buy property or a car. It's a trap!

oh and.....

1) All people in authority/management are farkheads. Anyone who wants to be boss normally isnt the right material and is attention seeking, very insecure,possibly gay and/or the Frank Bough type, (looks good on telly reading the footy results but really wearing a skirt under the table and just itching for a firm spanking in a gimp suit in some seedy bar in Soho etc). That said don't cross those morons from HR they're straight from hell and will fark you over in no time. You won't even see it coming!
2) Spend your money or beer and bikes only, or anything else that begins with a 'b'. (breasts, bottoms, bass guitars, buscuits,backgammon, bannans, bi-focals...its all good)
3) Stop dating women..there expensive and hurt your ears.
4) Dont get married.
5) Dont have babies.
6) Dont start your own business.
7) Dont have fun.
8) Hate and distrust everyone.
9) Try and do something you like but remember no one gets paid for having a wank unless you have really big breasts and are prepared do it on telly...probably next to a leather clad Frank whilst he's getting a post 'Grandstand' celebrity naughty boy spank etc. (see point 1) .......None of that begins with a 'b', either...Ok Ok apart from the Bough bit but thats cheating.


Good luck, you'll probably be head of human resourses in Shell oil in next to no time.
 

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nice one....so no more lame excuse like "i'm broke lah"...

if u dun wanna come out with me, then u have to preapre something new....:finger:
 

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farkin hell

I remember there was a time when you could be proud to be a working man. You joined the ranks of miners, fireman, traffic wardens, builders, soldiers etc.

Now they've let margerine in it's all gone to hell. Where will it all end. I'd already come to terms with the fact that starbucks is manned by the Lesbian community of Singapore ( tell me you'd noticed too) but this is too much!

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Boycie...wtf are you on about? Babies, women, gaylords from hell in HR depts, wanking off......you seriously are one thwarted man...has the world of work fucked you up so badly?:confused:

Duckrice.....yeah...aint gonna be broke no more...but judging from Boycie's advise...I am going to be homeless, womanless, babyless, boring as hell coz i have no fun, without friends coz i distrust everyone....the only thing is that I am going to be a drunk who rides a bike.....:crying:

BP....glad to see ya still a prick with the injury and all......come out for a beer soon ya big boy....

and about the Starfucks Lesbian Community...I will have to check it out....might even turn me on.....:twofinger
 

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YOP schemes come to Singers

WOLVERINE II said:
judging from Boycie's advise...I am going to be homeless, womanless, babyless, boring as hell coz i have no fun, without friends
So nothing has changed since you got a job :twofinger What is it a YOP scheme your doing:D
 

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The good old days

Do they still have them or is there a new word for slave labour these days? Youth Opportunity Scheme fondly known as YOP, two years of hard labour with just about enough dosh to pay your bus fare and a few packets of fags:crying: The best bit was if you didnt accept the job you had your dole cut:squid:
 

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Re: The good old days

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Do they still have them or is there a new word for slave labour these days? Youth Opportunity Scheme fondly known as YOP, two years of hard labour with just about enough dosh to pay your bus fare and a few packets of fags:crying: The best bit was if you didnt accept the job you had your dole cut:squid:
Life for you as a teenager must have been a bitch...no wonder your such an arsehole now...:twofinger

i had a youth job once..worked as a waiter at Spageddies down a t Tanglin Mall......5.50 an hour...make quite a hefty amount...as least it felt like that then....

this is a possible spin off for a new topic...

JOBS I HAD AS AN ADOLESCENT/TEENAGER

well then...spill it...i am sure we have ex gigolos, assasins, stunt motorcyclsits(calling BC), Sheep herders(Legend), Dole Grabbers(GD)....and the rest....
 

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CV, the real one

1976, delivery boy for chemist shop, 6 days a week, 2 hours a day for 2 quid a week. Shop supply sports bag and you supply bike, loads of tips and cups of tea :D .(Afternoons/evenings)
1978, delivery boy for news paper shop, 7 days a week, 2 hours a day for 4 quid a week. Shop supply paper bag and you supply bike, tips at christmas and all the porno mags and fags you can steal while filling your paper bag :D .(Mornings)
Delivery boy for chemist shop, 6 days a week, 2 hours a day for 2 quid a week. Shop supply sports bag and you supply bike.(Afternoons/evenings)
With two jobs I was loaded:cool:
1980, late night shelf stocker for Co-Op, 4 hours a night, two days a week for ten quid and all the bottles of vodka, fags and sweets you could manage to throw in the skip with the empty boxes at the end of the night.
Other assorted summer jobs, dustbin collector, picture framers mate, organ tuners assistant, trolly boy at Butlins.
Real jobs, Grease monkey 1982-date, extra jobs, bar man, shop assistant, short order cook, ski courier.
You would think after all that Id be loaded:crying:
 

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Jesus Tug, even my CVs less boring than that.

1965 - summer job in a sausage and pie factory - infected finger from the bristly pigs' heads that make up a major ingredient; flies frozen to the pastry when emptying the walk-in freezers; little old wheezing geezer who lived in a broom-cupboard filled with red and yellow dust from where he dispensed the additives; setting the oven on fire when I left a tray of pasties to go round twice.

1966-69 - four summers working in the custom-jobs engineering workshop of Walter Kidde fire protection company. Useful experience on lathes, mills, electronics, fabrication etc. Trips to ships' engine rooms at Southampton dock and to Harwell atomic energy place to demonstrate foam equipment.

Otherwise, sold a lot of toys, suits and shoes at various times, pretty dull.
 

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Re: CV, the real one

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.....all the porno mags and fags you can steal while filling your paper bag :D .(Mornings)

....all the bottles of vodka, fags and sweets you could manage to throw in the skip with the empty boxes at the end of the night.
Anyone else notice a theme here..... :p

I can usually trump most of these "I've had a worse job then you" type pissing contests with the 12 months service I put in at the local dog food factory (I kid you not) was the year after school and before uni.

Some of the more enjoyable jobs included:
- Grinding the frozen blocks of god knows what it was that went in to make up the dried cat food (I saw stuff that just couldn't have come from the inside of a chicken!!!)
- Shoveling the burnt bits from the bottom of a stinkin hot gas fired drying tank in a moon suit
- Dropping 5 smacko's into a tube on the top of some ladder every time the green light went on - for 12 hrs!! :eek:

I eventually got promoted to the lab, only to have to work with this freak who actually taste tested (no bullshit) the dried dog biscuits to ensure their quality :barf:

Was all the encouragement I needed to study hard and get a real job :thumb:

Long before that, I pumped fuel back in the days of cleaning windscreens and pumping up the tyres of cranky old ladies in morris minors (often to 50 odd psi just for a laugh) :twofinger

Don't know how I didn't kill myself one night when I made the wise decision of using a lighter instead of my flat batteryed torch to check the meters on the pumps :eek:
 
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