The Crapped Upon
I honestly thought that "Short Man Syndrome" was a myth before I met him.
Favourite quotes:
Upon finding something mildly to his distaste: "You see sunray18, this is why I think you're a cunt." In front of an office full of people. I was gutted, demorolised and felt generally shit. And then it started. I had the honour of being promoted to what was going to be his position when he handed his notice in. The MD persuaded him to stay, so I ended up working directly under him. It took him 5 months to get rid of me. He lied about me (I've seen the paperwork, but only managed to get a copy of one document) to the MD, set me up and gave no support whatsoever, even though (I think anyway) I was one of the best and achieved good results (even if I am a little weird!). I was sacked on the spot for one minor alleged infraction (Being 6 foot tall?). I was glad to get out. He even told my colleagues I was a nonce after I left.

Being jobless and demorolised and feeling sorry for myself weren't good. It was so bad that I didn't even sign on as I felt I didn't deserve it for being sacked combined with the ethos that you shouldn't rely on the state and work for a living (can't figure that out - I grew up in a council house!). Cue doing as many Clinical Trials as possible to support myself.

At the start of this year I started a McJob (my first job was a McJob at the same restaurant) and I can honestly say "I'm lovin' it." The managers are good, the staff are brilliant, the customer's are mostly good and a laugh. It's flexible and fun and I really feel good about myself. The say it's easier to find a job when you already have one. It's more money than the dole and I feel better about everything.

Sorry there's no funny, couldn't think of one.

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(sunray18, Sun 5 Apr 2009, 12:25, Reply)