Where do I start?
Furthest back first I think:
The team manager who did me down at every turn, everything I did was wrong. And then she found out she was pregnant (we never did work out how, she was always moaning about how she never saw her husband). Cue six months of 'oh woe is me, I'm pregnant' and 'but I think it must be a boy this time, as when I was pregnant with my daughter I had no sex drive, this time I'm having sex ALL the time!' (again, how?)

The lawyer who, while lovely in every other respect, had breath as potent as Baldrick's pants.

The HR manager who complained I hadn't rung in sick - when I was in hospital, and had told her in writing three weeks previously that I would be.

The consultant surgeon who found a new system and DEMANDED that it be bought for him or he'd walk, costing the hospital THOUSANDS of pounds, only to discover (once he had it) that it wasn't suitable for use by the hospital without replacing a whole load of other medical equipment, at a cost of a further HUNDRED THOUSAND: and cancelled lists.

The consultant surgeon who was so anal he put up wanted posters with pictures of his theatre clogs on when someone else 'stole' them (turned out they'd just been taken away to be cleaned: like he'd asked for....)

All of the Phillipino staff (of whom there were many) who would always be anti-social and talk in their own language - if you were the only english speaker on the team that day, you got used to talking to yourself

The postroom clerk who loved telling new bods all about the operation she had to stretch her urethra and how many days she was pissing blood for afterwards

The boss who was half German and made sure everyone knew it, as if it mattered, even though I could speak more than he could. He used to drop broken units off to a particular company to get fixed, as they happened to be on his way home. We found out later he'd been claiming his journey home every day back on expenses.

The next boss, who was a total opinionated bigot, and who spent most of his time mouthing off about Thatcher. I mean, I know she's not popular, but this was a daily thing and the woman stepped down in 1990 for chrissakes!

But they all pale into insignificance against the NEXT boss, whom I had to teach how to send emails. And use Excel. And Access. And Word. And SAP, our main processing programme. And remind about all the things he'd promised to do and not done. Repeatedly. And put up with his constant sexist remarks about every blonde that walked into the office. And his farting, and the stupid little snorty thing he did to clear his sinuses. Add all this to the fact that he gave my job to someone else within two weeks of finding out I was pregnant saying I 'wasn't experienced enough' (despite being in the job 3 years), and you might just start to guess that I don't like him too much.

Rant over, and bollocks to the length. There's more, but I fear my venom may break the pc....
(Mrs Trellis GIN, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 16:51, 2 replies)

I presume you are intending...
to sue this this cretin back into the dark ages whence he belongs?

That's quite the collection though, and for that have this fresh, shiny click.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Sat 26 Jan 2008, 12:25, closed)

Urrgh SAP
You can have a click just for putting up with that for 3 years, most boring two months of my life using that software.
(KangerooFlapjack, Sun 27 Jan 2008, 12:43, closed)