I could write a book...
...about the bastards I've had to endure in my various roles. More 'assistant managers' in mcdonalds than actual staff, all of whom were younger than yours truly and stuck so far up their pimply asses that they walked with a limp.

In one job as a photographer the manageress Mrs Daddies.Money.Bought.My.Business fired me because she didn't like that my tops rode up when I stretched up to change the backgrounds. But it was ok for her to do the same 9 months pregnant and showing off her cheese wire knickers. Bitch.

I had nearly £8000 stolen off me by another woman.

Where I work now tho, what a fucking farce. The big boss, whos we'll call Dave as I'm not sure if anyone from work reads this. Well he has less people skills than a dead, rabit rat and runs away after implimenting a new system he KNEW wouldn't work but not wanting to deal with the backlash.

We have another angry little rat of a man who can't go 5 minutes without losing his rag for no reason. He's one of those voluntry cops, but looks as if he couldn't arrest a paper bag.

But the winner in the bastard collegues is the woman I have the misfortune to sit next to. You're gonna get bitchiness wherever you go, but this one is without a doubt a shit stirrer on a professional level.

No one can do their job according to her, and for some unknown reason she's managed to marry some Puertorican piece of ass that works there too. Apparently that gives you the right to say what you like, when you like to people you don't even know. She has reduced many people to tears, and even driven people from the place with her words. The funny thing is, if she stopped bitching for 5 mins she'd realise two things.

1.She is shit at her job.
2.She is going to get fired.

Length? about 7 years of different jobs.
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