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On my last day at a company I'd worked at for three years, we went out to the pub for a long lunch as was the tradition. I got bought a few pints, and did the sitting with each person for a few minutes thing, until the accountants and other people I didnt really know fucked off back to the office and I was left with my team and one or 2 managers skiving.

I sat with Steve, one of the senior techies, a very abrasive, and often aggressive, arrogant guy but whom everyone respected on a technical level. Once you saw past the front, there was a decent guy somewhere in there and I'd spent 3 years learning from him, and gradually warming to him. I genuinely respected the guy.

He was very funny, but also scathingly sarcastic, by no means a geek, but his social skills were more of those found in the hardest corners of the sales department and his stories of conquest were legend - and mostly true, according to the ladies that corroborated.

I was genuinely sad to realise this was my last day working with him, I knew I was unlikely to meet anyone quite like Steve again, and I made this clear to him, and after maybe, 3 or 4 pints, I told him I would miss him.

Which made his reply all the more surprising.

"Well, to be honest cokeboy, I've always thought you were a cunt."

Time stands still for a moment. Before I've had chance to reply..

"When you first started, I didnt like you. Since then, I've made a concerted and continued effort to get you fired and have been doing right up until you decided to leave. In fairness, I had almost given up, you've done well. Don't take it personally or anything but you are most definitely a cunt, but a cunt who has done quite well - in that I couldnt get you fired. And I've got quite a few people fired in my time."

He stood up, finished his pint, SHOOK HANDS with me, and left the pub.

i was astonished. And sort of impressed. But I knew he mean't it. I'm secure enough to know that his words would never actually affect me, but I've never forgotten them. But more so in a way that its obvious he's the cunt (well obviously I'm going to say that) and I've never forgotten how he faked liking me.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 14:38, 7 replies)

Good grief, that's harsh
Report him to the ACCA for being brutally honest (or whichever recognised supervisory body he belongs to).

Edit - sorry, just re-read your post, he wasnt an accountant but a techie. Report him to the ACCA anyway, that'l confuse the useless bastards.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 14:46, closed)

Something like this happened to me
but it was a couple of months after I'd left the company.

It does come as quite a shock, to learn that someone doesn't like you, after seeming that they do.
( Thinker, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 14:50, closed)

...
I once had a flatmate with whom I thought I'd got on well. I discovered about a year later that he loathed me.

An odd feeling, that...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 15:16, closed)

Keep your friends close..and your enemies closer
an old saying.. but quite obviously this guy has a real problem.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Mon 14 Jul 2008, 15:21, closed)

I think
that it would have really crushed my feelings. Not that anyone would have known, as I would refuse to show it, but still- it would have hurt a lot.

Good on you for not letting it get to you.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 14 Jul 2008, 15:44, closed)

When I was at school
there was a guy in my year who I thought was hilariously funny. Years after leaving, my best mate told me one night, quite casually, that this guy HATED me and kept asking my mate while we were at school how he could stand being around me.

I remember it gutted me, even all those years later, just realising someone had taken against me so vehemently just for being myself.

I saw him on a bus about a year after that. He said hello and I replied but I never made any attempt to speak to him. The clownish twat. He fell in a river once. twat.

:P Sour grapes.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 16:54, closed)

I had a manager kind of say that
When he was leaving, I stupidly asked him if I'd been all he expected. I wasn't ready for the answer of "Fuck, no. You were the worst person I employed, and if I had the choice again, I'd not even consider you." I laughed at him, and told him the feeling was quite mutual. And then went to my car and sat in shock for 20 minutes.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Tue 15 Jul 2008, 7:33, closed)