Dodgy work ethics
Chthonic asks: What's the naughtiest thing a boss has ever asked you to do? And did you do it? Or perhaps you are the boss and would like to confess.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:36)
Chthonic asks: What's the naughtiest thing a boss has ever asked you to do? And did you do it? Or perhaps you are the boss and would like to confess.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:36)
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Reprehensible
A company I worked at had big night out. A Treasure Hunt through the streets of Croydon followed by a quiz at the final pub in the hunt.
The treasure hunt was a series of clues, each clue leading to another pub where you had to find the next clue. On the way there was a series of challenges that you had to complete, a copy of a certain newspaper dated the day BEFORE the hunt, the most intricate or amusing model built out of McDonalds drinking straws etc, etc.
To say my Boss was competitive would be putting it mildly. He wanted to win this and win this big. So he turned to me.
"You know that week you're having off next month. The week you won't be paid for because you're a contractor?" he asked "Well how would you like to get paid for that week?"
"Err - whatever you want, I'm game" I replied.
"Lee from marketing is setting the quiz and the hunt. Find me those fucking questions, and the route, and we're golden..."
So I waited until everyone went home - not unusual as I rarely left work until 7 or 8pm - and wandered up to where Lee worked and Ghosted his hard drive. (That means I took an exact copy of his system). Toddled off by to IT and booted his drive on a machine that wasn't connected to the network, logged in as local admin and then....
Ferreted through his documents until I had the route, the quiz, the challenges - the lot.
(Aside - I could have just logged into his computer, remotely or locally, as admin and found the info - but that leaves *traces*. Mama Legless didn't raise no fools. Apart form my younger brother but we won't go there just now...)
So, night of Treasure Hunt arrives and our team were roaring around the circuit. We already had a copy of the previous days Gaurdian, we'd pre-built, from McDonalds straws, a magnificent peep-hole bra that Sally, the token girl from IT, wore and we knew the answer to every single question in the upcoming quiz. Things were looking good.
Then, in the penultimate pub before the quiz, we ran into the marketing team. They were looking good, looking confident, but their McDonalds straw creation was waaay better than ours. It was a, perfect, desk-sized model of giraffe. Tightly woven, perfectly scaled, it made our effort look like something produced by pre-pubescent kids.
So I did what any contractor who wanted a paid week off would do. I took one for the team. Boss engaged them in conversation. I leaned back against the bar and flicked my lighter and.....
It went up surprisingly well. And went down in a melting pile of plastic even better. Job done, we legged it the final pub followed by marketing screaming
"CHEATS!!"
We won.
Paid week off vs morals?
Week off wins
Cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:39, 37 replies)
A company I worked at had big night out. A Treasure Hunt through the streets of Croydon followed by a quiz at the final pub in the hunt.
The treasure hunt was a series of clues, each clue leading to another pub where you had to find the next clue. On the way there was a series of challenges that you had to complete, a copy of a certain newspaper dated the day BEFORE the hunt, the most intricate or amusing model built out of McDonalds drinking straws etc, etc.
To say my Boss was competitive would be putting it mildly. He wanted to win this and win this big. So he turned to me.
"You know that week you're having off next month. The week you won't be paid for because you're a contractor?" he asked "Well how would you like to get paid for that week?"
"Err - whatever you want, I'm game" I replied.
"Lee from marketing is setting the quiz and the hunt. Find me those fucking questions, and the route, and we're golden..."
So I waited until everyone went home - not unusual as I rarely left work until 7 or 8pm - and wandered up to where Lee worked and Ghosted his hard drive. (That means I took an exact copy of his system). Toddled off by to IT and booted his drive on a machine that wasn't connected to the network, logged in as local admin and then....
Ferreted through his documents until I had the route, the quiz, the challenges - the lot.
(Aside - I could have just logged into his computer, remotely or locally, as admin and found the info - but that leaves *traces*. Mama Legless didn't raise no fools. Apart form my younger brother but we won't go there just now...)
So, night of Treasure Hunt arrives and our team were roaring around the circuit. We already had a copy of the previous days Gaurdian, we'd pre-built, from McDonalds straws, a magnificent peep-hole bra that Sally, the token girl from IT, wore and we knew the answer to every single question in the upcoming quiz. Things were looking good.
Then, in the penultimate pub before the quiz, we ran into the marketing team. They were looking good, looking confident, but their McDonalds straw creation was waaay better than ours. It was a, perfect, desk-sized model of giraffe. Tightly woven, perfectly scaled, it made our effort look like something produced by pre-pubescent kids.
So I did what any contractor who wanted a paid week off would do. I took one for the team. Boss engaged them in conversation. I leaned back against the bar and flicked my lighter and.....
It went up surprisingly well. And went down in a melting pile of plastic even better. Job done, we legged it the final pub followed by marketing screaming
"CHEATS!!"
We won.
Paid week off vs morals?
Week off wins
Cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:39, 37 replies)
What a wacky place to work.
This story had better end with you cunting the fuck out of the boss.
[edit: oh, well. I like the part where you explained what ghosting his hard drive meant.]
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:06, closed)
This story had better end with you cunting the fuck out of the boss.
[edit: oh, well. I like the part where you explained what ghosting his hard drive meant.]
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:06, closed)
...ank me off and I'll put a bit extra in your pay packet this month"
edit: Oh sorry, Cheers :D
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:15, closed)
edit: Oh sorry, Cheers :D
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:15, closed)
haddaya wanna make those eyes at me for? If they don't mean what they say?"
cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:15, closed)
cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:15, closed)
hy did the chicken cross the road?
/Shit, I forgot my cheers also.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:18, closed)
/Shit, I forgot my cheers also.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:18, closed)
I'm
overwhelmed...
I never knew that I had so many /talkers, so many wankers, so many people so bereft of anything better to do than hang on a single word form me.....
I am humbled.
I promise, work permitting, that I'll send you ALL, a daily gaz with the word you all miss, so badly,......
CHEERS!
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:30, closed)
overwhelmed...
I never knew that I had so many /talkers, so many wankers, so many people so bereft of anything better to do than hang on a single word form me.....
I am humbled.
I promise, work permitting, that I'll send you ALL, a daily gaz with the word you all miss, so badly,......
CHEERS!
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:30, closed)
wankers?
nice.
You're the sausage-fingered spazmo who didn't post his answer properly.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:38, closed)
nice.
You're the sausage-fingered spazmo who didn't post his answer properly.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:38, closed)
Ahem..
I left a placeholder, as is the convention, before posting a real answer.
Unlike you.
Wanker
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:42, closed)
I left a placeholder, as is the convention, before posting a real answer.
Unlike you.
Wanker
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:42, closed)
I saw your f f placeholder, it was very good. I used fullstops.
Then you posted half a story. Then we took the piss a bit because you'd posted half a story that abruptly ended with the letter "W".
Spazzhands.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:45, closed)
Then you posted half a story. Then we took the piss a bit because you'd posted half a story that abruptly ended with the letter "W".
Spazzhands.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:45, closed)
Yeh me too
Except I now have "What do you wanna make those eyes at me for?" going round in my head.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:56, closed)
Except I now have "What do you wanna make those eyes at me for?" going round in my head.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 14:56, closed)
I wish everybody on here was as laid back and charming as Legless.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 16:06, closed)
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 16:06, closed)
I'm so glad he hasn't adopted the Australian trait of Taking Umbrage.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 17:34, closed)
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 17:34, closed)
Hi Legless!
Just out of interest, did you become terribly precious and self-important before or after you left Newcastle?
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 19:59, closed)
Just out of interest, did you become terribly precious and self-important before or after you left Newcastle?
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 19:59, closed)
I'm taking the lack of response to mean "before", and can only conclude that you left because you were laughed out of town.
( , Sat 9 Jul 2011, 23:41, closed)
( , Sat 9 Jul 2011, 23:41, closed)
I still think you're on top of your game legless
Don't listen to the haters.
Cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 16:36, closed)
Don't listen to the haters.
Cheers
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 16:36, closed)
Will that something witty be "Cheers!"?
Because it better fucking well had be, sunshine. I don't want to have to come around there and sort you out but by christing fuck I will fucking well fuck your shit right the fuck up so fucking help me.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:28, closed)
Because it better fucking well had be, sunshine. I don't want to have to come around there and sort you out but by christing fuck I will fucking well fuck your shit right the fuck up so fucking help me.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:28, closed)
It would have been.
But, now you've questioned me, I'll just throw a hissy fit, instead.
Am I fitting in, yet?
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:43, closed)
But, now you've questioned me, I'll just throw a hissy fit, instead.
Am I fitting in, yet?
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:43, closed)
I feel like you're having a joke at the expense of the lovely Legless here.
And I don't think I can approve of that sort of thing. It's not his fault that he's a charmless prick with a depressing misplaced sense of his own popularity and intelligence. He doesn't need horrible bullies like you coming over here with your grasp of humour and sense of proportion.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:59, closed)
And I don't think I can approve of that sort of thing. It's not his fault that he's a charmless prick with a depressing misplaced sense of his own popularity and intelligence. He doesn't need horrible bullies like you coming over here with your grasp of humour and sense of proportion.
( , Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:59, closed)
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