Toaster smashing.
We moved office because the firm was running out of cash and some of us volunteered to do the move (well, it was our jobs, after all).

First off, an idea of the man: Late at night, whilst voluntarily helping out with the move, there were two of us erecting (phnarr!) desks whilst the MD was downstairs doing, well something. He came up and asked me to come and speak to him downstairs and then balled at me for some time for not wearing shoes.

Anyway, once we had finished moving in new rules arrived, one of which was that we could no longer use the kettle in the kitchen, as it was 'untidy' (bear in mind that only the 8 developers used the kitchen - visitors never needed to come in here).

One day, when it was raining hard, I brought the kettle in from the old storage shed and used it to make tea. A little later one of the smokers called us to 'come see this'. The MD was out in the storage shed, with the kettle, jumping up and down on the toaster in a fit of piqued rage.

I left.
( LordManley twitter.com/LordManley, Mon 27 Feb 2012, 10:57, 2 replies)

Sounds like the MD follows all the not to do's at
www.despair.com
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Mon 27 Feb 2012, 15:00, closed)

Why do I feel as though I know him?
(strongp, Mon 27 Feb 2012, 17:32, closed)