Last night two young ladies were debating what my job might be. One of them suggested that I was a Pole Dancer, then she suggested that I was a Drag Queen... the other young lady believed her on both occasions. However, when I'd finished strenuously denying these slights on my good nature, young lady number two said "is it something to do with computers?". Ah! Caught out! I think I preferred it when she thought I was a Drag Queen.
Should I ever decide to resign from my computer-related work, I might use this limerick I wrote for a friend yesterday:
But now it's the time to resign
working for you
is completely poo
and I have had a shitty time
Not very good, but at least it scans ... well nearly!