I went for a job at yodel recently, I was late and went to the wrong address. They’ve made me regional manager
You will get another next week saying you have been fired for being late!
I was once in the dentist waiting room when the bloke next to me got a text saying he’d missed his dental appointment.
😂
— That’s why we hired you, Bob. We need more people to bob around.
“I’ve never been so disrespected in my life, and I’ve been to AND worked at the post office!”
This isn’t a meme
Ah, reminds me of something that happened to me.
I went to Venice last October and wrote a bunch of postcards to people back in the US.
I dropped them in an Italian post box on my way to the water taxi to get to the airport.
The flight was probs around 13 hours total with a layover in Geneva.
Imagine my surprise when I land at JFK and the first text I get, before our plane even gets to the gate is from, my friend saying they got my postcard and thanks so much.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think the Italian Post would get a letter from Venice to NYC faster than my flights got me there.
Sure enough, the postcard they texted about was one I had sent, but it was the one I sent from London, in September, the year prior.
Slow and steady I guess.
When I started Royal mail, before it was privatised and lost its soul, the hiring manager gave my offer letter to my postie, unsealed, to deliver personally. He knocked on the door and handed it to me with a big grin.
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I went for a job at yodel recently, I was late and went to the wrong address. They’ve made me regional manager
You will get another next week saying you have been fired for being late!
I was once in the dentist waiting room when the bloke next to me got a text saying he’d missed his dental appointment.
😂
— That’s why we hired you, Bob. We need more people to bob around.
“I’ve never been so disrespected in my life, and I’ve been to AND worked at the post office!”
This isn’t a meme
Ah, reminds me of something that happened to me.
I went to Venice last October and wrote a bunch of postcards to people back in the US.
I dropped them in an Italian post box on my way to the water taxi to get to the airport.
The flight was probs around 13 hours total with a layover in Geneva.
Imagine my surprise when I land at JFK and the first text I get, before our plane even gets to the gate is from, my friend saying they got my postcard and thanks so much.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think the Italian Post would get a letter from Venice to NYC faster than my flights got me there.
Sure enough, the postcard they texted about was one I had sent, but it was the one I sent from London, in September, the year prior.
Slow and steady I guess.
When I started Royal mail, before it was privatised and lost its soul, the hiring manager gave my offer letter to my postie, unsealed, to deliver personally. He knocked on the door and handed it to me with a big grin.
Great! Got fired for not showing, Har.
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