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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Mungo the Monkey Man
Let's call him Matthew, for that was his real name. Young Matthew was a trainee manager at the branch of Sainsbury's where I did a Saturday job, and his first assignment was as "reception manager", dealing with the delivery lorries downstairs. Now Matthew was a fairly uncouth, almost literally knuckle-dragging (hence the nickname) product of the 1980s educational system, and a few weeks of talking exclusively to truckers turned him into Roy F**king Chubby C**ting Brown. Then they re-assigned him to the shop floor, and his casual expletives soon reduced the shopgirls to tears. Something had to be done, and a delegation was formed to complain to the branch manager.
Happily, Matthew ran his own foot over with an electric pallet truck and had to leave just before there was a walkout.
( , Fri 25 Jan 2008, 18:25, Reply)
Let's call him Matthew, for that was his real name. Young Matthew was a trainee manager at the branch of Sainsbury's where I did a Saturday job, and his first assignment was as "reception manager", dealing with the delivery lorries downstairs. Now Matthew was a fairly uncouth, almost literally knuckle-dragging (hence the nickname) product of the 1980s educational system, and a few weeks of talking exclusively to truckers turned him into Roy F**king Chubby C**ting Brown. Then they re-assigned him to the shop floor, and his casual expletives soon reduced the shopgirls to tears. Something had to be done, and a delegation was formed to complain to the branch manager.
Happily, Matthew ran his own foot over with an electric pallet truck and had to leave just before there was a walkout.
( , Fri 25 Jan 2008, 18:25, Reply)
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