Work Classic...
Facing redundancy, and a deserted office I did the only thing that anyone would normally do. I saved their entire client list to a floppy disc, along with contact details, profit margins, and erm, offered them to their nearest competitors. Who weren't offering me redunancy. Sweet.

But best of all, I was working for an objectionable, powermad amateur who clearly was in way out of his depth. He would mouth off in meetings, and tried to get me fired because I frequently told him he was talking shit (and breaking the law). They threw it all at me, loads of disciplinary procedures (including one instigated by the fact that my train was cancelled and I was late for work one day), and tried to get me out every opportunity they had. It was like being at school and being bullied. By the headmaster.

After about 18 months I was offered a promotion, working at Head Office in the position he thought I wasn't good enough to do in the pissant backwater. I also doubled my salary overnight. There was a problem. The problem was he took his orders from the Head Office in London, and had to clear all his major projects through them. And they all had to come through my office. To my desk. So I had the power to veto anything he wanted to do. And I used it. All the time.

That was a beautiful, beautiful year. I would approve everyone else's projects willy nilly, but his proposals were always torn to pieces and he never got his way. Very very very nice. And he couldn't complain. Who would he complain to? Me. And my boss. Who knew he was a snivelling cunt of the most amateurish order.

He was later made redundant. And not one person turned up to his leaving do. NOT ONE.
(domesticterrorist, Sat 15 May 2004, 0:06, Reply)