This is an excerpt from a resume applying for a job in the restaurant

"I am looking forward for a long time association with an esteemed Organization, Where I can utilize my Professional capabilities and My 19 years work experience for mutual developments and enhancements for the organization's objectives and my professional aspirations."

What do you think? Where is this person from? So, what accent should it be said with?

westernised oriental gentleman. stinks of soy sauce!

Susie said...

This is an excerpt from a resume applying for a job in the restaurant

"I am looking forward for a long time association with an esteemed Organization, Where I can utilize my Professional capabilities and My 19 years work experience for mutual developments and enhancements for the organization's objectives and my professional aspirations."

What do you think? Where is this person from? So, what accent should it be said with?

c'mon, dont be too harsh on our sub continental friends.
They are having a hard time in the cricket

Septic - FOS

most dish pigs exhibit signs of long term personal development syndrome bought on by late night evangalistic TV and self improvment device advertising, combined with free drinks at the bar on closing, and a morbid horror of the risoto pot soaking in the sink. The sticky floor, the goatee beard, the glaring white light, the bossy abusive chef with a penchance to rub along your behind as you bend over the sink. The never ending monotony of night after night of plunging soaking, scraping, the waste! skulling the dregs from the near empty wine bottles, the smell, the fat, ciggarettes caught around the back door in the wind, the long pointless nights with the dark pushing in on you, the car breaking down and the phone flat as you trudge along the dark track home, greasy depressed, dirty, horny, drunk, smelly, introspective. What do you think? My next job. Yep Ill just start that CV..........Ahh F$#%k tripped over a rock....

sounds like arnold shwarzeee to me..try applying his Austrian accent late 70's and it seems to fit too

I'd just make sure I'd wash my hands after shaking theirs. Sounds like they feed the chickens a lot.

Then I'd ask them to exactly describe what that load of bollocks entailed.

Ive never done it, but lived in a share house in Scabs years ago, with a bunch of blokes one of whom was a Kiwi, and a dish pig at Contacio's, he was addicted to cheese and alcohol, the combination of which would send him into a mad dream state. We would dare him to eat a block of cheese and then sit back and wait for him to fall asleep, and then watch as the terrors got hold of him. It was terrifying as he was truly possessed, the night terrors exist. It got to the point where it wasnt funny any more and we would only do it once a week or so more out of a morbid interest, sort of like picking a scab, you dont really want to do it...do you....? He would come back to the house after working and unload the day to the housemates, declaring that he would never do it again, he quit, etc etc, he had good prospects and could have easily moved into a better job, but the spiral of life kep him there, sort of trapped in a vortex, the dream state, (with the cheese) was his portal, and his escape. Hes probably still there......

bloody luxury. I used to work as an insulator on a high voltage power line. day in , day out, keeping my body between the steel frame and the 11000 volt carring wires.Struck by lightning, killed by locusts,attacked by rabid crows!!!

stribo said...

arancini said...

Ive never done it, but lived in a share house in Scabs years ago, with a bunch of blokes one of whom was a Kiwi, and a dish pig at Contacio's, he was addicted to cheese and alcohol, the combination of which would send him into a mad dream state. We would dare him to eat a block of cheese and then sit back and wait for him to fall asleep, and then watch as the terrors got hold of him. It was terrifying as he was truly possessed, the night terrors exist. It got to the point where it wasnt funny any more and we would only do it once a week or so more out of a morbid interest, sort of like picking a scab, you dont really want to do it...do you....? He would come back to the house after working and unload the day to the housemates, declaring that he would never do it again, he quit, etc etc, he had good prospects and could have easily moved into a better job, but the spiral of life kep him there, sort of trapped in a vortex, the dream state, (with the cheese) was his portal, and his escape. Hes probably still there......

LOL!! Thats so what it's like .Well it was for me stuck in that vortex (but without the cheese) Grumpy uero chefs,exrtaverted ****s and overtly sexual waitresses...wierd lot those hospitality workers.It was hard work and i hated the place but for some reason i coudn't leave.Any self esteem i had was flogged out of me..... i was a worthless dishpig Eating left over rissoto and cold chiken nuggets and swilling the dregs of the penote , standing for hours on end in front of a steamy sink in greasy wet hyatt dish pig uniform with waterlogged feet.....NEVER again.

You forgot the tape on an endless loop. I can still hear the Bouzoukis.