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See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like reps with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with sales samples stashed in the kitchen. I had a blackberry next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Free imitation leather sales presenters. The keys to a dozen stationary cupboards all over the office. I’d bet twenty, thirty quid over a weekend and then I’d either blow the winnings in a week or raid the mrs purse to pay back the bookies. Didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and sell some more. We ran everything. We paid off window cleaners. We paid off binmen. We paid off milkmen. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it’s all over. And that’s the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There’s no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can’t even get decent food. Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got a pastie. I’m an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook in cornwall.

 

Lost my shit at the bit in bold.

 

My rep balls are juiced. Can someone bum him for me. Ta.

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See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like reps with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with sales samples stashed in the kitchen. I had a blackberry next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Free imitation leather sales presenters. The keys to a dozen stationary cupboards all over the office. I’d bet twenty, thirty quid over a weekend and then I’d either blow the winnings in a week or raid the mrs purse to pay back the bookies. Didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and sell some more. We ran everything. We paid off window cleaners. We paid off binmen. We paid off milkmen. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now it’s all over. And that’s the hardest part. Today, everything is different. There’s no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can’t even get decent food. Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got a pastie. I’m an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook in cornwall.

 

Repped, that could easily go in the 'If films were based in Britan' thread for Wolf of Wall Street.

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My mate is a senior partner in a law firm in London, he's had his annual review today. He's billed £6m this year and is comfortably the highest biller in the firm. He went into the review with the managing partner and HR director, he was expecting them to suck him off and shower him with £50 notes. Instead they told him he can no longer work from home every Wednesday.

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My mate is a senior partner in a law firm in London, he's had his annual review today. He's billed £6m this year and is comfortably the highest biller in the firm. He went into the review with the managing partner and HR director, he was expecting them to suck him off and shower him with £50 notes. Instead they told him he can no longer work from home every Wednesday.

Or as he calls it, "wanksday".

 

Up until that meeting, anyway.

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They've introduced a new system in this place and it's gone predictably  tits up, the way in which blame has been deflected already though is an impressive sight to behold. You have to admire people who climb in these organisations, they're like salmon swimming againts a tide of their own shit.

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My mate is a senior partner in a law firm in London, he's had his annual review today. He's billed £6m this year and is comfortably the highest biller in the firm. He went into the review with the managing partner and HR director, he was expecting them to suck him off and shower him with £50 notes. Instead they told him he can no longer work from home every Wednesday.

 

haha!

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We've got a new marketing boss in work who looks and sounds a bit like Marcellus Wallace, and there's actually an Esquire article about him which says this - and I shit you not. 

 

"When he smiles, his teeth gleam with the evidence of his twice-daily use of an Oral-B Sonic Complete electric toothbrush. Crest toothpaste. Period. It doesn't matter what flavor so long as it's Crest, which he buys because P&G makes it and because he is a loyal company man" 

 

I need to go to Pitcairn Island and paint seashells, like, right now. 

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We've got a new marketing boss in work who looks and sounds a bit like Marcellus Wallace, and there's actually an Esquire article about him which says this - and I shit you not.

 

"When he smiles, his teeth gleam with the evidence of his twice-daily use of an Oral-B Sonic Complete electric toothbrush. Crest toothpaste. Period. It doesn't matter what flavor so long as it's Crest, which he buys because P&G makes it and because he is a loyal company man"

 

I need to go to Pitcairn Island and paint seashells, like, right now.

Wtactualf.

I was a Unilver man myself. They would never stoop to such bellendery. Apart from this one time when they introduced a new head of department and her LUXurious coiff.

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