Upsetting the boss.
It was one of those special moments where my mouth engaged itself before my brain could send the appropriate signal to point out that I really should just shut the fuck up, accept a little well light mockery, laugh it off and go to the pub. Unfortunately I have a built in reflex action that prevents me from letting people make me the butt of their jokes and this usually results in disciplinary action whenever an employer is concerned.

I've never been one for getting into games that are designed to raise morale or money for charaity, especially when they're poorly conceived and a bit dull. One children in need day, they decided to raise a little money by forcing us all to donate a pound to play a game, the idea being that the winner would get a prize that was most likely purchased from the 99p store and the children of the world would be onto a winner. We were presented with six pictures of children of around three years of age, three female, three male and told to try and guess which of the directors, head of accounts and head of I.T. they were.

I was given the sheet to complete and didn't even bother to look at the pictures, I just wrote in random names next to random numbers.

Come the end of the day, we were held back for fifteen minutes to endure him announcing the winner, which was dragged out with annoying and pointless banter. Now, so the remainder of the story makes any sense at all, I need to point out that our managing director had a similar build to Cyril Smith.

Just before we finished, he decided to make light of a few of the entries, people who scored nothing etc. He decided to name me and shame my entry last of all. "I would like to give a special mention to Munsta, who thought that when I was a child, I would be on the beach wearing a bikini!"

My reply was "To be fair, you do have tits."



Yes, I do feel like a cunt about this.
( Muns, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 14:02, Reply)