Nicola*
When I was a spritely young teen, I worked at the recently opened Gap in Leamington Spa with about 15 other similarly aged people and one absolute whore-bitch of a woman.

It seemed her main goal in life to be an overbearing sly old cow with nothing better to do than belittle us with horrible lies about how rubbish we were and how little work we did. Even the elders of the group (20-24) would say how often they felt like they were back at school when she talked to us, and how neurotically anal she was about the smallest things.

It didn't help she had one of the most whiny, nasally high voices you'll ever hear, coupled with a tendency to interrupt you without fail whenever you were speaking. Her mantra was "Fold and talk" as we were most often redoing displays.

I can still vividly remember being told off for not knowing how to operate the till on my first day of till training.

Still, a good friend of mine there came up with the best nickname for her. Nazi Nicola; ever since the name was coined we goose-stepped around her, gave her thinly veiled one armed salutes across the store, much to the amusement of everyone working.

We hated her.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 16:09, 1 reply)

Gap eh?
I worked at the GapKids in Kingston. Fucking awful place, all the managers were either slightly paedophilic or permanently on the blob (and that was just the men).
(claireyfairy There's a smell in here that will outlast religion, Sat 26 Jan 2008, 19:05, closed)