When I worked as a bike monkey in a cartain orange and black high street bike shop
I had a manager whom we shall call H. He was the laziest cnut known to man. He took so many fag and coffee breaks that he stunk of both perminantly. He never put in any effort. Once he asken me to help him carry a trailer out of the back to a customer's car, and even though he made some pretence at helping, I was the one doing all the lifting any of the weight.

His interpersonal relations were even worse. When dealing with customers he was always rude. So many people complained about him and knew of his general cnutishness that the first think my ex's neighbour said when he found out where I worked was "that manager of yours is a right cnut".

H could never leave anything- he always had to have the last word, no matter what the subject. Even if he knew nothing about it. He went on a huge ramble about how bad modern music is all because I said that I couldn't do a shift because it clashed with my popular music in context lecture. And he wouldn't listen when I said that there are many good modern groups, as there is more music than just the charts.

Finally, he was a perve. Any woman he talked to, he'd be talking to her breasts. He was also caught watching one female employee on the CCTV. And after he got moved to another store, he was fired for sexual harrasment of female employees.

His temporary replacement can't read, write or spell and is increadibly sort sighted and slightly deaf in one ear, and was still a better manager. Although that says something about the quality control in manager selection than anything else.

Length? 2 years at our store before we complained enough to get him moved.
(Mr._Pickles, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 18:57, Reply)