Food sabotage
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
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He tried to frame me at work..
My Fat lazy waste of oxygen of a boss tried to set me up just after Christmas.
I worked hard everyday, and 95% of the time was the first to arrive and the last to leave at night. If it was quiet I would find work to do - even if it meant sweeping the warehouse floor, and when necessary, I would stop over late to load up wagons etc. Customers love me too..mainly because I know these machines like the back of my hand, so on the whole, you'd say I'm a pretty good employee.
It stems back to when I had gone to Australia on business. I'm not a seasoned businessman, and I was in the most beautiful place on the planet for 3 weeks by myself..so consequently I wasn't too hot on 'collecting receipts' to cover the 'advance' the company had given me prior to departure. But as soon as I came back I admitted it, handed in what receipts I had, and was told at the time by the 'owner' of the company to just make a list of what I had spent and it would be sorted.
9 months passed by, and often I would ask what was happening with the receipts to no reply.. so those bits of paper floated around the office.
Christmas break, and I return to work to find a letter from the boss sat on my desk.( Now, there are only 3 of us that work here) Inside it abruptly demanded the balance from the oz trip, a supposed £500 ! (9 months later.. !? Some pregnancies are faster). So I politely replied back by email pointing out that the bits of paper had been in the possession of the company for 9 months..not secured, and that I believed there must have been some lost.. (I had forgotten some receipts, but christ almighty..not £500 worth !) I also reminded him that there had been a break-in into the office November time, but I was always willing to discuss the matter.
The next day, (I have nick named him Judas) Judas stormed into the warehouse and made up a story about a heavy item falling on his leg, (I also knew the warehouse like the back of my hand and I knew there wasn't anything in the area he specified), and he consequently gave me a written warning !
I've never had a written warning in my life !
I appealed, and questioned why, such a serious accident was not written in the First Aid Accident Book?.. and you guessed it, he changed his story to "It nearly fell on him".
The next thing I know, I received a letter, (actually sent to my parents address - which really pissed me off, because my father was given 6 months to live by doctors, and quite frankly he can do without this kind of shit to think about).. The letter was from a Solicitor stating that if I did not repay the money, they would do me for FRAUD !
I was in absolute pieces. How could this be happening? I was in a job that I loved and excelled at, and now the whole deck of cards was falling down around me..
I had kept everything, and had amassed quite a bit of evidence in my favour.. including a message between Judas and the owner of the company with my name on it, listing legislation for dismissal. It seemed they had already made up their minds ! (I was particularly stunned when a customer relayed that Judas had said that I was leaving the company - before Christmas!).
So I went to a solicitor.. she said I had an excellent case, and wrote a letter stating that we would fight tooth and nail.
Relieved that I wasn't going mad, and somebody was fighting my corner for a change, I continued back to work just like normal.
To cut the story from going any longer.. I had the Owner of the company come over from the US and apologise personally, and Judas apologised too. They asked for a clean slate, and to forget it all and move forward..
So what the fuck does this have to do with sabotage?
Well, Judas and I are on (in his eyes) good pally terms, and I always make his cups of tea. Each one lovingly made with my piss.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 13:55, 5 replies)
My Fat lazy waste of oxygen of a boss tried to set me up just after Christmas.
I worked hard everyday, and 95% of the time was the first to arrive and the last to leave at night. If it was quiet I would find work to do - even if it meant sweeping the warehouse floor, and when necessary, I would stop over late to load up wagons etc. Customers love me too..mainly because I know these machines like the back of my hand, so on the whole, you'd say I'm a pretty good employee.
It stems back to when I had gone to Australia on business. I'm not a seasoned businessman, and I was in the most beautiful place on the planet for 3 weeks by myself..so consequently I wasn't too hot on 'collecting receipts' to cover the 'advance' the company had given me prior to departure. But as soon as I came back I admitted it, handed in what receipts I had, and was told at the time by the 'owner' of the company to just make a list of what I had spent and it would be sorted.
9 months passed by, and often I would ask what was happening with the receipts to no reply.. so those bits of paper floated around the office.
Christmas break, and I return to work to find a letter from the boss sat on my desk.( Now, there are only 3 of us that work here) Inside it abruptly demanded the balance from the oz trip, a supposed £500 ! (9 months later.. !? Some pregnancies are faster). So I politely replied back by email pointing out that the bits of paper had been in the possession of the company for 9 months..not secured, and that I believed there must have been some lost.. (I had forgotten some receipts, but christ almighty..not £500 worth !) I also reminded him that there had been a break-in into the office November time, but I was always willing to discuss the matter.
The next day, (I have nick named him Judas) Judas stormed into the warehouse and made up a story about a heavy item falling on his leg, (I also knew the warehouse like the back of my hand and I knew there wasn't anything in the area he specified), and he consequently gave me a written warning !
I've never had a written warning in my life !
I appealed, and questioned why, such a serious accident was not written in the First Aid Accident Book?.. and you guessed it, he changed his story to "It nearly fell on him".
The next thing I know, I received a letter, (actually sent to my parents address - which really pissed me off, because my father was given 6 months to live by doctors, and quite frankly he can do without this kind of shit to think about).. The letter was from a Solicitor stating that if I did not repay the money, they would do me for FRAUD !
I was in absolute pieces. How could this be happening? I was in a job that I loved and excelled at, and now the whole deck of cards was falling down around me..
I had kept everything, and had amassed quite a bit of evidence in my favour.. including a message between Judas and the owner of the company with my name on it, listing legislation for dismissal. It seemed they had already made up their minds ! (I was particularly stunned when a customer relayed that Judas had said that I was leaving the company - before Christmas!).
So I went to a solicitor.. she said I had an excellent case, and wrote a letter stating that we would fight tooth and nail.
Relieved that I wasn't going mad, and somebody was fighting my corner for a change, I continued back to work just like normal.
To cut the story from going any longer.. I had the Owner of the company come over from the US and apologise personally, and Judas apologised too. They asked for a clean slate, and to forget it all and move forward..
So what the fuck does this have to do with sabotage?
Well, Judas and I are on (in his eyes) good pally terms, and I always make his cups of tea. Each one lovingly made with my piss.
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 13:55, 5 replies)
"I worked hard everyday"
Did you, Riddler? Did you really?
You may have a click, peasant. Now get out of my sight!
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:17, closed)
Did you, Riddler? Did you really?
You may have a click, peasant. Now get out of my sight!
( , Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:17, closed)
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