Bosses - Colleagues...
The host of 40 million jobs I've had since the age of 12 means I've met a fair few tossers; but also managed to work in some brilliant places, with excellent staff and bosses.

The first that comes to mind was whilst working in a stuck up bar in central Birmingham.

Now, I'm one of those people that will put my all in in what ever shitty job I have, it generally makes the time go faster.

But this one unnamed woman boss whose name still appears above the door was such a right tardy pent up ball of frustration.

Prior to working in this pub, I'd worked in plenty of others, now besides slightly different house rules, they all operate pretty much the same. So I quickly found my feet, and got to the job in hand.

Pulling pints for example, she would watch you like a hawk... often breathing down your neck her vile coffee stench breath... then commenting... always commenting, this extended to mopping, moving and arranging the fridges, polishing the bottles... and complaining about the flies that got into the red wine - and how we shoudl strain it :S...

Anyway the group of us behind the bar and down in the kitchens would have a good laugh, I still remain good friends with one of the chaps to this day.

Move forwards a few months, she starts to mellow towards me - as she realises that not only do I do an excellent job, but I am actually improving the bar, by actually cleaning the places that couldnt be seen. That were slimey with years of spilt beer (if anyone has ever worked in a bar, they will be familiar with beer sticky brown sludge)engrained with shards of glass and dropped change...

Now all was going swimingly; I was supervising and training new staff (not being paid for it though) doing the banking (which is sooo totally illegal I swear - several grand in cash on my back through the center of brum???)

Anyway I digress, she'd become complacent, although she had warmed; she was still picking up on things... and expecting me to do more and more I wasnt paid to do so...

anyway - one of my duties was to open up on a monday morning (we're shut on a sunday) so a team of 3 of us would do all the duties, cleaning lines, stocking fridges, making the place spik and span... Only this one particular monday morning, I was in alone, the other 2 called in sick... Not a major problem, but obviously I cant do everything, we'll just have to manage...

And perhaps she will get off her arse and offer a hand - my arse - she sat there, shouting at me at every action - including but not confined to mopping the floor, to sweeping the yard...

So, as anyone with half a hangover wil ltell you, dont speak to me - let alone shout.. so I walked up to her, threw my apron down - and walked out!! Stupid bint, not a quarter of what was supposed to be done was done and the pub was opening in an hour.. hahahahaha...

Slightly off qotw, but meh... 10 points for guessing the bar...
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Pitcher and Piano?

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