That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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i knew my job was at an end...when i set up a 7foot step ladder for my boss so he could reach somthing i was not tall enough to reach. it was then i realised why stepladders have those little locks on the sides, what a 6"2 heavily built 50+ year old builder sounds like bouncing off concorete and, of course, how to get fired.
i dont suppose it helped much that he found out i was a pot head by accident the same week, or that he is the most 'anti drugs' person alive. barely alive mind you
also, i knew the agony i had been suffering all week came to an end, when that fucking hoff compo finnished on the board
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Cashy, Fri 22 Jul 2005, 18:32,
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