Dayo
Chris Armstrong
Tell me about a time when you've made yourself look like an idiot or embarrassed yourself.
Off the top of my head one of my personal highlights happened about 6am in the morning at work about a year a go.
Got to work nice and early to give myself an hour head start on the rest of the day and as far as I was aware there was only one other person in the factory who was sat in the canteen. I've found that the factory gives off a bit of an echo when you shout so quite often if i'm the only one there I have a bit of a sing song and really let rip. Anyway, I went into the warehouse and started singing a bit of Bocelli (making my own words up). Problem is I took this a bit too far and noticed a cardboard box on the floor so drew a small dogs face on it and put a fluorescent jacket around it to act as my guide dog. I think I was supposed to be fetching a pumptruck but somehow ended up standing there, eyes shut and arms out stretched singing at the top of my voice with this boxdog next to my ankles. After a good minute or so I open my eyes to see a small head looking at me through the pallets in the next isle. It's the warehouse man.
Off the top of my head one of my personal highlights happened about 6am in the morning at work about a year a go.
Got to work nice and early to give myself an hour head start on the rest of the day and as far as I was aware there was only one other person in the factory who was sat in the canteen. I've found that the factory gives off a bit of an echo when you shout so quite often if i'm the only one there I have a bit of a sing song and really let rip. Anyway, I went into the warehouse and started singing a bit of Bocelli (making my own words up). Problem is I took this a bit too far and noticed a cardboard box on the floor so drew a small dogs face on it and put a fluorescent jacket around it to act as my guide dog. I think I was supposed to be fetching a pumptruck but somehow ended up standing there, eyes shut and arms out stretched singing at the top of my voice with this boxdog next to my ankles. After a good minute or so I open my eyes to see a small head looking at me through the pallets in the next isle. It's the warehouse man.