Seriously, this poor fella didn’t know what he was letting himself in for when he volunteered to be our office boy in GayNI towers.

Read here about how he gets on.

A theatre degree is the obvious choice for a flourishing career, waitering or otherwise.  Having the ability to create a performance piece based around the concept of guilt may not make one massively employable, but by god does it make you feel culturally smug. However, this is short-lived given a quick visit to the Jobcentre.  Whilst signing your autograph on endless forms may make you feel like a rock-star, a look around at your associates (failing that a quick sniff) will certainly clear that delusion from your mind.

 So what’s a boy to do if he is in need of a career kick-start? Work experience. After contacting every company in Belfast with anything more than a business card in their name, I finally got a response from a young upstart in the publishing game.  Not many people realize the energetic hub of international activity that is the GayNI office.  Phones ringing off the hook, a clock for every time zone, coffee on IV, all played out to the soundtrack of Chess.

My first meetings with the guys in the office involved thinking up horribly embarrassing activities that I could put myself through, then come to terms with on the pages of the magazine.  Figuring that I’d already got naked in front of millions of people (a whole other story for another time) the bar is set quite high for my ritual humiliation.

So after years of listing my GCSEs on applications and surviving on waitering tips, I finally have a job.  David Monahan, Office Gimp.  Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think.  So I now throw down the gauntlet to you, the unashamed public.

What do you want me to do for you?

Answers on a postcard, if you must, but Facebook and Twitter (@therealnakedguy) would be kindly appreciated.