...my first formal warning...
I used to work for a VERY small company. Most of the time it was just me and my boss, and thats it, apart from the occasional freelancer.

One night at a neighbouring companies drinks, I got a little bit merry and introduced my boss to some clients as "This is Tom, he has sex with animals" and "This is Tom, he's a cunt".

At this time I was calling everyone and everything a cunt. It was my favourite word.

Pretty lame and unimaginative, I admit. The best bit was the next day when he called me into the neighbour's boardroom (we only had an office the size of a dining table) to give me an official written warning and asking me never to call him a cunt again.

I explained that I didn't hate him, and this was simply my word of the year that I was using profusely, but if he had such a problem with it, I would stop it. I couldn't help noting he said nothing about the animals, but anyhoo.

That night, he was leaving early, as he had a date with an camwhore or something. He said he was leaving early and it was his prerogative as he was the boss. And I couldnt help it, I just said, "No, it's because you're a cunt".

Must've slipped out after an entire day of being bottled up and enflamed by the following;
- he gave me a written warning in a company of 2
- I'd never had a verbal warning, or unofficial warning, which is the first course of action he should've taken
- he called me into the boardroom to issue it
- I had to sit basically on him all day as our office was tiny
- and he was a cunt.
(lessmiserable, Thu 11 Oct 2007, 5:09, Reply)