the contracting solider

[BA to the Stars]

i work in IT, the ability to read and write wasn't a pre-requisite

You are Bob and I claim my 5 rupees

[filthy1980]

You are Bob and I claim my 5 rupees

that's racist, i might be indian but i have a british passport

[SupremeSpod]

that's racist, i might be indian but i have a british passport

Is it racist?

You've made a very serious accusation there, care to back it up?

[Old Hack]

Is it racist?

Prolly a subject you'd best keep out of Spod, what with your history...

[BA to the Stars]

that's racist,I might be Indian but I have a British passport

[SupremeSpod]

Oh dear, a spelling-ist too!

[Lockhouse]

i work in IT, the ability to read and write wasn't a pre-requisite

It is if you work for me.

[Mich the Tester]

I turned up at site with 3 broken toes. On a different occasion I turned up with a cracked rib.

I've also been known to turn up when I've had a bit of a cough

That's nothing. I once had a broken leg and a bout of ebola but I wheeled myself in a chair through snowdrifts, braved minus thirty degrees with a windchill bringing that down to minus sixty, then just before I got to the office the clouds disappeared and the sun came out; it was nearly forty degrees celsius and there I was wrapped up in my Ranulph Fiennes Antarctic gear, so I peeled it all off to my shorts and t-shirt and trudged on, got in the office sweating cobs and feeling the pain in my defrosted toes, only to find there wasn't even a permie manager there to sign my timesheet!

And you tell young contractors today; they won't believe you!

[SimonMac]

That's nothing. I once had a broken leg and a bout of ebola but I wheeled myself in a chair through snowdrifts, braved minus thirty degrees with a windchill bringing that down to minus sixty, then just before I got to the office the clouds disappeared and the sun came out; it was nearly forty degrees celsius and there I was wrapped up in my Ranulph Fiennes Antarctic gear, so I peeled it all off to my shorts and t-shirt and trudged on, got in the office sweating cobs and feeling the pain in my defrosted toes, only to find there wasn't even a permie manager there to sign my timesheet!

And you tell young contractors today; they won't believe you!

Pah, nothing I once died but still came into work the next day, people commented the work was the same but after a few days I started to smell a bit

[EternalOptimist]

I once had an upset tummy and was doing the most rancid f@rts imaginable, but I still went to work. One tiny little squeak of a f@rt bubble was enough to stink out the entire room, it was like the worst bad egg stink from the bowels of beelzebub concentrated into tiny molecules of nasal destruction.

I could have stayed off, but I soldiered on