Steve
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's my day being ruined by someone elses bad mood.
This was unfortunately a daily occurrence when I worked as the office junior and general dogsbody at a local solicitors.

Steve has to be one of the most unpleasant, self pitying, self deprecating men I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, let alone working for.

Walking into his office was like entering a vast chasm of misery where all happiness would be sucked from you, lost for eternity in a sea of utter despair. Not to mention it was filthy and smelt as if half the animals of Farthing Wood had crawled into a corner and died behind one of his decrepit filing cabinets. How he never felt ashamed about having clients in there I'll never know. But I digress.

When trying to put calls through to him I would either be shouted at because he didn't want to speak to the caller or greeted with an exasperated, whiney, grunting sound instead of a hello. As his office was behind my desk and his door was usually open, this gave the effect of said noise being in unpleasant stereo. (Just thinking about it now gives me goose bumps...Like nails down a blackboard) *shiver*

I would often return from lunch to find him sitting at my desk, signing his post. He had his own office, why he had to sit on my chair, sweating all over it was beyond me. He would even commit the ultimate sin of office sins and steal my pen. Wanker.

Working with such a rude man really took its toll and I found myself becoming evermore sensitive, jumpy, and well, just sad really.

The only ray of sunshine in my day would be when I made the tea. Yes dear reader, you guessed correctly. I used to spit in his tea.
Once, when I had a cold a big drip of gloopy snot dropped into his cup. I just stirred it in and gave it to him regardless.

The day I quit was possibly one of the happiest I've had in recent years (pathetic I know).

Ohhhhh this was also the office where Dennis worked, a 49year old obsessive compulsive who still lived with his Mum! He showed me how to put a stamp on a letter "the correct way" and had a draw in his desk full of vaseline and rubber gloves. I didn't want to know why, so I never asked.



Please be gentle, it's my first time.
( wanderlust, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 12:24, 2 replies)

sympathy
im currently an office junior for some solicitors.
the head honcho being the local MP I feel rather rebellious spitting in his coffee
black, no sugar and a greenie
(Joe Guevara is well known for stealing your biscuits, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 13:07, closed)

If you add sweetner to tea
It can look like spit bubbles settling, so i would sometimes say "ohh it looks like I've spat in your tea, but don't worry it's just the powdered sweetner". He never knew it actually was my spit. :)
( wanderlust, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 13:31, closed)