let's call him 'ade', short for adrian.
i worked in a bar that started life as a gay men's fetish club but was rapidly devolving into a crappy generic pub because the owner is a spineless dick. one of the other bartenders, who started there a year or so after i did, was fired by the aforementioned idiot owner on the grounds that he was stealing.

i went to the manager and called bullshit on this. unless a bartender is giving away a ton of free booze or actually grabbing cash, what we do that gets called theft is actually promotion: a regular customer or newcomer has been spending a lot or has just had his drink spilled by a customer or busboy, and the bartender gives him a freebie. standard operating procedure everywhere in canada, pretty much. managers let their trusted barmen do it, and as long as we don't give away too much too often, no-one cares.

ade got booked for giving away bottled water and a few shots. this stank of "fire him because i don't like him", so i told the general manager that if ade got fired i would quit and i'd make it well known in the local fetish community what had gone on. needless to say, ade is rehired "on probation" and life goes on.

at the time i was 90% barman and 10% manager, which always varied. i tended my bar, cashed out the other staff, made bank deposits, had the combination to the safe, all sorts of 'important' muck so i was obviously trusted. about a year after the ade rehire, i was fired for no reason. i came into work one day, was told i no longer had a job and would be charged with trespass if i didn't leave immediately. what the fuck?

a chat with the general manager (who i had trained in the position, after i'd worked at the bar for seven years) revealed that the owner still bore me this weird grudge because he thought i had snubbed him one day on the street, years earlier. i had been walking with another staff member (yes, ade, who had been fired and rehired) and as we chatted we hadn't noticed the bar owner walk by. oh, the horror he must have felt.

so, the day after i was fired ade called me up and asked what had gone on. i told him and he said, in effect: "i know you stuck up for me but i can't do anything for you because i need this job."

really? fuck you too, adrian betts, you sad, stupid, micropenised, unmannered, treacherous thieving bastard.

he's english/irish, loves australia but resided in canada for quite a lot of his life. if you see him in your workplace as a new hire, get him shitcanned as quickly as possible.
( postbear has metal knees, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 7:50, 8 replies)

Bitter?

(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 9:13, closed)

What an utter cunt!
You should return that favour somehow and fuck him over at the nearest opportunity.
( Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 9:16, closed)

Orrrr.....
Shrug your shoulders philosophically and move one, knowing you're the better person.

I know which option I'd take.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 9:25, closed)

^tempted to agree^
It would have been admirable for him to come to your assistance, but supererogatory. You've not been wronged, and he seems to have had a reason not to intervene.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 9:38, closed)

if I see him
I'll be sure and pin him to the floor of the loading bay with my powerful forearms and work my cock up his arse. That'll teach him.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 9:39, closed)

I had a similar experience once, a lad I knew, his girlfriend left him and he fell apart,
I did everything I could to help, I was practically his slave for months, as we lived in the same block of flats, he was basically her stalker but I did my best to stop him ending up in the police station till he got over it. In short, I was a good friend.

One day a few months after all this had blown over there were guys getting beaten up regularly in our street in some kind of organised mugging, 2 or 3 guys would come from one end of the street, then 6 or so from the other, and they would all lay into one guy from the first group. I kept calling the police but each time the police arrived everyone would disappear, and they were getting pissed at me!

It took me a few times to realise A: These were organised attacks, probably gay bashings (from the insults thrown) and B: They must have had police scanners/radios, and even more disturbingly they were taking the victim away, and presumably as I was being accused of lying about these attacks, the victims weren't going to the police with their story afterwards, so what was happening to them!?

So I asked my aforementioned friend the next time it happened if he would be the one to go downstairs to the payphone (no mobiles, this was in the '80s) and dial 999, using my name, while I stuck my head to the window to see what happened, like which car they got into or whatever, that way I would have something more to tell the police.

In short, return a small favour to his good friend.

He flatly refused. It wasn't his problem.

People can be real selfish cunts, which may serve them well in short terms, however, the next time they need help, I'm reassured by what a short supply they will find themselves receiving, this feller certainly lost a good friend that night and I made sure plenty of others heard how, too.
( ..wil, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 11:44, closed)

Which city?
Canada's a big place....
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 15:54, closed)

Karma
People usually get whats coming to them on the karma train. If i were you i would look into the possibility of taking it to tribunal for unfair dismissal cos they haven't gone about dismissing you in the right way
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 16:01, closed)