Taking the piss? Quite the opposite, actually.
I probably shouldn't admit to this, but...

Years ago, at a former job, I has this assistant manager called Steve. Steve was loathed by the entire staff, and with good reason -- because in addition to personal hygeine issues (his teeth were so rotten they were fucking GREEN, and he actually wore the same set of work clothes all week, spraying anti-perspirant on top of them to "freshen them up"!) he was the most unpleasant git you could ever hope to meet.

Steve was one of those guys who had reached a middle management position and was using it to make up for all of the years he was bullied at school -- and the more popular you were with the other staff, the more he ragged on you. Subtle, Steve, reeeeeal subtle. Well, one day he pushed too far: he ordered me to make him a cup of tea, with a tone that suggested that I was his personal slave. When I pointed out that I was very busy and he, in fact, was doing fuck all, he bellowed "You'll do as you're told -- I am your MANAGER!".

Fair enough, Steve. One cuppa coming right up. And if you're reading this... That cup of tea I made for you was about 50 percent fresh urine, as was every single brew I made for you after that.

There's something so immensely satisfying about watching a tin-pot despot slurping down a mug of your own piss.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 13:03, Reply)