One summer i worked in a nice bar in the Central Station area of Newcastle, where i was unfortunate to encounter the most incompetent, lazy-arsed, racist, sexist twunt of a manager ever. No-one could stand him, least of all me.

Upon revealing some of my (ahem) issues with the owners of the venue they casually mentioned there was nothing they could do unless "someone" was to keep a diary of all his indiscretions, along with time and date of said indiscretion (apparently he wasnt all too popular with the owners either).

And so i began, sneaking off to the toilet to document each time he stepped out of line, making the effort to deipher my notes into a nice A4 pad when i was left on the bar on my own. After a week or two, and several career jeopardising "incidents" on his part, he caught me updating my notes behind the bar and demanded to see what i had been writing.....

I dutifully handed him the paper and stood with a large grin on my face as he first went bright red, then a nice shade of angry purple, then a pale pale (oh so pale) white and broke down in the way a man facing a firing squad might.

I got fired on the spot, then was given my job back after i threatened legal action, only to be asked politley by the owners to accept a transfer to a different venue.

Not really reading by accident in the strictest sense, it was an accident i got caught but at that point i just thought "fuck it".


Length? Not too long, he lasted another two weeks before getting fired after being arrested in the bar whilst on duty for having assaulted me in front of all his staff the night before.
( Mister B is eating an icanhazcheezburger with lmaonaise, Fri 2 Feb 2007, 23:36, Reply)