The boss
the boss in the department of the hospital (which will remain nameless) in which I worked always seemed like a lovely bloke to me, friendly, attentive, smart, and in control.

After he retired, I heard some stories that made me understand why some of the female staff weren't particularly enamoured of him. Apparently he frequently watched soft porn on his computer in his fishbowl office in the middle of the department, he seemed to think that ladies' only purpose was making tea and babies.

Then, one time he called a female member of staff, who had miscarried several weeks previously, into his office, and asked her when the baby was due...

Talk about keeping your finger on the pulse of the department

(go easy on my- it's my first QOTW reply)
(devilstickz, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 14:10, 1 reply)

Re: Miscarriage
I had to deal with a female version of that cunt.


A former colleague's daughter died aged five of a rare blood disorder.

Everybody was distraught, everybody apart from our sociopath of a manager that is.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to go to the funeral then? Only I'll have to redo the weekly schedule and that really is such a bother you know."

In revenge, most of those of us not going to the funeral pulled a sickie on the day in question leaving her with the merest of skeleton staff for the day.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 15:51, closed)