Fat, bald c**t...
So once upon a time, I applied for a shelf-monkey position at ye olde local Supermarket, and lo and behold, I was hired.

At first times were good, the pay was nice and the work easy. Then suddenly, I was cast into the cold, -20 degree Celius version of Hell. I was made to work by myself in the godawful frozen food department, despite this not being the job I was hired to do.

Much complaining was done, many filings for transfer to my original shelf monkey departments were made. But my fat, bald c**t of a manager would put it off, telling me "I'm doing the paperwork at the minute" or "I'm making the arrangements".

This dragged on for about 6 months, and I got more and more annoyed, until I decide to just do as little work as possible. There were days I'd come in for 4 hours and do about 30 minutes of real, actual work.

That dragged on for a while, until I got too annoyed with it, and made more requests to my new, skinny, pencilnecked, corporate cock sucking twat of a manager. But like the last one, he kept messing me about to.

And then redemption came - I got a new job elsewhere and quit the day I heard the news. Walking out of a job you truly hate after telling my boss to stick the job up his arse, into 3 weeks of free time in the middle of summer was one of the best experiences of my life.

Best part? That being 4 years ago, and me having moved on a decent bit in my life, getting to go back into that supermarket and see the same knobheaded bosses in the same shitty jobs, and being as obnoxious as possible. Awesome.

Length? Long enough for your Mum.
(wraithUK, Sat 26 Jan 2008, 2:32, 1 reply)

That is quite sweet
Especially when finding out that you now earn more than your old boss :)
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sat 26 Jan 2008, 3:15, closed)