Peter the Pervert
This particular "bastard colleague" inhabited the basement. A dark dingy wee space perfectly suited to his warped personality.

He was possessed of a fine collection of pron mags. Actually, I used to think he was just possessed, but that's another story. His pron collection was mahoosive - filled two big cardboard boxes. Had he kept it to himself (oo er) no-one would have cared very much. Being a quiet pervert wasn't good enough for Peter though ... he had to show off.

Any time some poor junior was sent down to help with the filing, he'd make a big point of leaving a magazine open on his desk in plain view - then inviting an opinion. As the juniors were all female, this went down as well as a turd in a wedding punchbowl. Scared wee lassies just out of school don't generally have the balls to tell pervs like this where to stick his dirty books. He'd proceed to turn the pages slowly, making odd noises and suggestive remarks every now and then. He wasn't averse to touching the girls up either. Eeeeurgh.

Then, one glorious day, it all came to a screeching halt. The junior sent to help him was only filling in til the university term started in the Autumn. Her kindly old uncle had arranged the job, to give her some pocket money, a bit of work experience, etc.

Her kindly old uncle was also the MD.

The perv went through his usual routine, she reacted with utter horror and bolted for the stairs. The stairs which led to uncle's office. Where, amid tears and snot, she blurted out her tale of woe.

It was later reckoned that it took less than 15 minutes for the Personnel Director to escort the perv off the premises, with his "collection" in a black rubbish bag. The union had complained about this bloke for years to no avail, the excuse being that there were no witnesses to his shenanigans. They were absolutely raging! Grope young, innocent (well some of them) teenage girls on a regular basis? Fine. Grope the MD's niece? Sacking, effective immediately! It made that year's pay negotiations a little tense, to say the least.

A democratic decision was taken NOT to have a collection or buy a great big card for everyone to sign - but we did have a fun afternoon trying to imagine the job advert that would soon be placed.

"Troglodyte wanted for sub-terranean filing room. Must have own collection of dirty magazines and wandering hands, and be able to differentiate between the MD's niece and other random teenage girls."
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Tue 29 Jan 2008, 18:12, Reply)