A Long time ago at a certain car warehouse (again)
Before all the wankers in management there, there was the guy who opened the building way back in the early 1990s.

He had his desk in the corner of the office so anyone could approach him, he knew everyone by name and while he could be strict, he was never less than fair. Sure he had his favourites, but it didn't stop him praising those outside his 'inner circle'. If he made a suggestion (as in "GoodLord, we're making you redundant but there are some new, French-speaking positions being made, I suggest you get your CV up to date and bring it in") you knew it was a suggestion worth following.

Then he went and got cancer and died. Opened the floodgates for all the wankers, arselickers and fucksticks that followed in his footsteps.

Life's a bastard at times.

GL
(GoodLord doesn't have time for sigs., Fri 19 Jun 2009, 16:30, 2 replies)

Hear.fucking.hear.

He was a great man. He interviewed me for my job in the first place and oversaw my promotion. He was upfront, fair, and his capacity for remembering everybody's names and situation (professional and personal) considering how many people he worked with boggled my mind.

I thank (& click) you for reminding me that not everybody in management there was a snivelling spunkbasket. I bet LB would be spinning in his ash if he could see what the place has turned into since.

Yourself, Mudbutton & I are well shot of that doghole mate.

I'm seriously itching to repost my 'Burnsy' effort again...seeing as it was about a year and a half ago when I last posted it.

*clicks*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 19 Jun 2009, 18:23, closed)

Do it!
Some of us were not around to read it a year ago, and your archive is too extensive to trawl a year back through. Not if I ever want to get any work done anyway.

Pretty please....

PS enjoying this story as well as Mr Lake's accounts of the place.
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 15:57, closed)