Physical Description: Overweight, permanently raised eyebrow, brown hair, spectacle on left eye, marvellous sense of tie
Brief Autobiography: It was the 16th of March, 778. I George Michael Richard Farthing, quite literally emerged into the universe all but a wee child. My mother died three weeks later, apparently she had drunk too much tea. I still don't understand to this day quite frankly. My father was a master of etiquette, he worked as a banker and always took a briefcase which never had anything in it. I reckon he though he looked superior to the normal peasants who roamed the streets of New London. Alas, I had a marvellous upbringing, I was always prosperous in lessons. Never had to resit those blasted exams or whatever the silly people that slave away in those institutions call them. I became a successor to my father who managed to kill himself shortly after becoming the CEO of the bank he worked for. After some years of running this we went bust. I got bored of wasting money, by that I mean I spent it all and I now really need a job.
Any special notes: I only accept two sugars and one teaspoon of milk in my tea.
Why did you decide to apply for BMM?: Because I have no money and I'm starving in my mansion which I should not really be living in.
Were you referred here by Bowex)?: No.
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