Bastard Colleagues
You've all known one. The brown-nosing fucker, the 'comedian', the drunk, the gossip and of course the weird one with no mates who goes bell ringing, looks like Mr Majika and sports a monk's haircut (and is a woman).
Tell us about yours...
Thanks to Deskbound for the idea
( , Thu 24 Jan 2008, 9:09)
You've all known one. The brown-nosing fucker, the 'comedian', the drunk, the gossip and of course the weird one with no mates who goes bell ringing, looks like Mr Majika and sports a monk's haircut (and is a woman).
Tell us about yours...
Thanks to Deskbound for the idea
( , Thu 24 Jan 2008, 9:09)
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Nasty Little Man
I got a job a few years ago working as a PA to the most horrible little man I have ever met. This is just a small example to show what a shit he is.
1. I was told (not asked) on my first day that I had to change my name - it is the same as his wife's and he didn't want to confuse anybody. I chose to call myself Flossietots. This was not allowed apparently, and I had to choose "something more memorable".
2. I also had to work for his thick wife 2 days a week, in their horrible over-designed house. She used to write letters to herself complaining about him and their incredibly over pampered lives, which she then hid under her mattress. When the housekeeper made the bed, she would find them and show them to me. They were hilarious. She was not.
3. He gave me a formal warning for saying in an email to the travel agent that "as usual, plans were likely to change at the last minute". He believed that it undermined his family's credibility, never mind that it was absolutely true.
4. I had to go on a business trip to his estate in Scotland. I was on the same early morning flight. But because when I checked in I hadn't changed my seat number to be near the front of the plane, (and so couldn't get off the plane quickly enough for his liking) he left me at the airport. I missed the ferry to his island, but instead of getting on the next flight back to London, I spent three horrible days taking minutes. I was a fool. He never apologised, and tried to charge me for the taxi fare I put on my expenses.
5. Due to the incompetence of all the women in his family/life, and his extreme chauvinism, he once spent ten minutes showing me how to change a lightbulb.
But the final straw came when I was instructed to make a series of weekly therapy appointments for their sweet, confused, spoilt and rather neglected daughter the week she turned 5. Bad parenting apparently can be fixed this way. God knows what has happened to the poor thing. Or the other 6 fucked up children (also all in therapy) from their previous marriages.
He may be a Marquess but he is missing any manners/sense of humour/decency/generosity/kindness.
Little shit.
( , Fri 25 Jan 2008, 15:17, Reply)
I got a job a few years ago working as a PA to the most horrible little man I have ever met. This is just a small example to show what a shit he is.
1. I was told (not asked) on my first day that I had to change my name - it is the same as his wife's and he didn't want to confuse anybody. I chose to call myself Flossietots. This was not allowed apparently, and I had to choose "something more memorable".
2. I also had to work for his thick wife 2 days a week, in their horrible over-designed house. She used to write letters to herself complaining about him and their incredibly over pampered lives, which she then hid under her mattress. When the housekeeper made the bed, she would find them and show them to me. They were hilarious. She was not.
3. He gave me a formal warning for saying in an email to the travel agent that "as usual, plans were likely to change at the last minute". He believed that it undermined his family's credibility, never mind that it was absolutely true.
4. I had to go on a business trip to his estate in Scotland. I was on the same early morning flight. But because when I checked in I hadn't changed my seat number to be near the front of the plane, (and so couldn't get off the plane quickly enough for his liking) he left me at the airport. I missed the ferry to his island, but instead of getting on the next flight back to London, I spent three horrible days taking minutes. I was a fool. He never apologised, and tried to charge me for the taxi fare I put on my expenses.
5. Due to the incompetence of all the women in his family/life, and his extreme chauvinism, he once spent ten minutes showing me how to change a lightbulb.
But the final straw came when I was instructed to make a series of weekly therapy appointments for their sweet, confused, spoilt and rather neglected daughter the week she turned 5. Bad parenting apparently can be fixed this way. God knows what has happened to the poor thing. Or the other 6 fucked up children (also all in therapy) from their previous marriages.
He may be a Marquess but he is missing any manners/sense of humour/decency/generosity/kindness.
Little shit.
( , Fri 25 Jan 2008, 15:17, Reply)
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