Not to mention the arguments when I was making a balls of trying to put the Smurg chest together (...another waste of an afternoon)
Brought back horrible memories of working for MFI years ago.
Started off in the warehouse and was ‘promoted’ to Complaints Officer. A disaster of a job in which I had to wear a suit in a pre-computer office and sit there waiting to see if the next customer was going to kick the door open in a sweaty rage due to his fitted wardrobe not fitting together or having to commiserate with a tearful elderly couple over their three piece suite arriving on Christmas Eve morning with the back ripped out of the settee by a gormless forklift truck driver.
A Morrison’s now stands on the site after MFI was quite correctly liquidated.
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