Finishing callout week. Yay
been there done that - dreaded the phone call - they seem to smell when you've had a couple of drinks, coz hey, nobody's going to ring now.
one day I'd done 11 hrs straight, went home, 50 mins drive, was just about to put the key in the door and off went the phone...about turn, L, R, L, R.
That did it, sod the money, started looking for a new job.
Did'nt take too long, threw a rare sickie for both interviews. Trouble was I could never find the best time to break the 'bad news' then one day the grand poobah had all the senior head of depts in for a severe ear bashing ending in and if anybody doesn't think they can work under these terms they can go today, after lunch... in fact I'll give them a bonus and a 'kin reference...right 'koff and start getting it right (he was that sort)
as they were all filing out all supposedly suitably chastened Degsy piped up...er Harry, about that offer...where do I sign.