Ooh, I have one, pick me!
I work odd weekends at a tourist attraction, which will remain nameless, as I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression about it. There has been some trouble with chefs, though - in the past two years, there has been an incredibly stroppy middle aged woman who left because she did't get on with the manager, her replacement, who looked like the chef from Pigeon Street and who I kept on expecting to have a french accent - he didn't. He left due to health reasons (I think). Then there was the latest chef, who used to take very long lunch breaks in his car, whilst smoking something that didn't smell like tobacco, and trying to get the girls who worked in the catering bit, most aged between fourteen and eighteen, to join him. Luckily, I wasn't one of them. The morning after a particularly busy day, when the staff thought he'd gone home early, leaving them to do his job, one of them looked at the timesheet and saw he'd clocked out at ten, and had been sitting in his car. He left after the boss told the kitchen staff that she would prefer it if they ate their lunch in the back of the tearooms, rather then going to their cars, as then she could get hold of them if there was an emergency. The chef wasn't very happy about this - he slammed down his apron, shouted something like, "Well, I'm not going to take you victimising me like that" and stormed out. They are now using an agency.

Oh, and Legless I - Hells Angels are actually incredibly polite and well mannered, and not as violent as their reputation says. Unless you really piss them off.
(Pretty strangers and promises, Sun 23 Jul 2006, 16:05, Reply)