― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:35 (twenty-one years ago)
(sorry, I have Black Books on the brain)
― Trayce (trayce), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― Miss Marple, Wednesday, 5 May 2004 05:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― ipsofacto (ipsofacto), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― MissMarpole, Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― sandy mc (sandy mc), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nellie (nellskies), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― ipsofacto (ipsofacto), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:14 (twenty-one years ago)
If you were working in a store/shop and your former manager was an arsehole, the funniest and most satisfying thing to do is send a well-dressed parent or sibling in to 'shop' for 15 minutes, where the manager is made to fetch and carry and be butt-suckingly obsequious. Of course nothing will be good enough for the 'customer' who will then tell their companion what a mutt the manager is LOUDLY on the way out.
― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 06:33 (twenty-one years ago)