High Altitude Fuckwit.
A few years ago my brother was made redundant and chanced upon a job working for a local company that does 'working at height'. This mainly consists of cleaning shit out of silos and stuff while dangling from a rope. My brother had been set on as a health & safety trainer / quality manager but quickly found that the owner (henceforth referred to as "Fuckwit") was, to use the vernacular, a world-class cunt. Some examples:

1. Fuckwit often employed ex-cons as labour, publicly claiming he was giving them a second chance, but privately knowing it was the only way of getting anyone British to accept the shit pay & conditions he was offering. (Yes, he was a racist too)

2. Kept taking my brother off his proper job to work on ridiculous and pointless projects, then berating him for not bringing in training revenue.

3. When one of the workers lost his footing in a silo and ended up with the end of the steam lance going down his boot and boiling the flesh off his foot, Fuckwit made the guy come into work the following day to do office tasks. The reason was that if the guy didn't take time off as a result of the injury, Fuckwit wouldn't have to report the accident to the HSE.

4. Employed his father-in-law as a business development manager despite the guy having no experience in the industry, just in selling double glazing, and then paying him over £40k + a car + bonus. Unfortunately, the guy couldn't sell altar boys to priests.

5. Telling everyone times were tough and implementing a pay freeze, then swapping his Range Rover for a new Porsche and bragging about how much it cost.

6. One of the ex-cons was a good lad but prone to getting into trouble when he'd had a drink. Consequently, a few Monday mornings found him warming the cells in the local nick, meaning he was late or unavailable altogether for work.

After letting it slide a few times, Fuckwit decided that some remedial management activity was necessary. At this point, I should say that Fuckwit is/was a steroid user: no neck, massive build and prone to irrational rage. The unfortunate employee was a streak of piss who would blow over in a breeze. So Fuckwit threw him a pair of boxing gloves and invited him down to the company gym for a fight, with the words,"If you beat me, you can keep your job."

And so, in full sight of everyone else on the industrial estate - because the gym was in an adjacent unit and the roller shutter door was open - Fuckwit proceeded to beat seven shades of good-for-the-roses out of the poor employee.

7. Having gone to a mate's house to look at the erection (oo-er) of a marquee ahead of a family wedding, Fuckwit recognised one of the tent fitters as someone with whom his family had an outstanding dispute. He promptly attacked the bloke and, in the process of assaulting him, bit part of the guy's ear off.

My brother left the company soon after.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Sat 12 Jun 2010, 14:18, 3 replies)

horrific
What a big fat tosser he is
(muzzvsworld, Sat 12 Jun 2010, 16:25, closed)

"the guy couldn't sell altar boys to priests."
for that line alone you get a click.

and he really does sound like a monumental turd.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Sat 12 Jun 2010, 18:59, closed)

You want to get onto the HSE about that prick
for no other reason than if he's still working in any industry requiring work at heights, he will inevitably get some poor fucker killed. They tend to spring surprise visits on suspected serial offenders (I've found).
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Sun 13 Jun 2010, 21:32, closed)