Pass the Panadol, Dear.
Well, the fellows down at the secret handshake club have finally decided to take pity on me and have issued my permit. A short communication was received today indicating that they had popped it in an envelope and employed an Argentinian Albino Dwarf to walk it down to the local mailbox. I'm expecting to receive it in approximately 3 weeks.
So Huzzah! I will have a work permit for christmas!
Now to work on that 'getting a job' malarky.
Sgt M.
So Huzzah! I will have a work permit for christmas!
Now to work on that 'getting a job' malarky.
Sgt M.
posted by Sgt M at 7:32 AM
5 Comments:
Yoicks and tally ho, old bean! Mazel tov, and a jolly good show! Huzzah!
Now, hie thee away to Miss Liverspotte's Job Agencie and prepare to join the Largest Typing Pool in the Free World.
Satisfaction is just around the corner!
Aye, become a gusset typist, that's where the money is (at least it is down my way)!
Or you could do some editing for those Yankee Scientist chaps. Their lingo is in a shocking state, they can't even spell "orgynise", damn them!
Bravo the Sarge, at least now you won't be begging for dimes outside Tiffany's in the snow!
damn and drat! Now you've got yourself a work permit you won't need to take up the profession you are best suited for, what ho, nudge nudge! Should have taken the governments obstinacy as an excuse to ... ah... explore your limits, old chap. Still, I hear all sorts of dastardly things happen in those yankee libraries... tally ho!
Well, old thing, well?! Have ye found gainful employment? Does the sweat of your brow fall for a remunerative cause? Have ye purpose to your labours, and liquid assets in your hip-pocket?
Not yet Old Bean, things are moving darned slowly in these partsrgt
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