A twat of an ex-manager of mine.



Spent his days spying on everybody by installing snooping software on their computers and then accessing it while supposedly, you know, actually managing us. He had zero people skills apart from arse-licking the higher ups and making up false claims against us underlings.* We always knew he'd nabbed someone as he'd look round with a triumphant grin, a hissed "YES!" and scuttle off to the head of our division. Sure enough, some poor sod would be hauled up on a verbal warning for looking at a news site, sending a personal email or what have you - major internet crime it was too.

After six months of this shite, there was a change in management. The twat was called in and asked to give reasons why he should stay on at the company and to list all the things he'd instituted to make the place a happy and productive environment. Apparently, a lot of 'Err's, 'Weeeeelll's and 'Uhmmm's was the best he could do. He spent the next two, yes, two years on the dole as word got round how much of a clown he was. Oh, and someone decided to use his habit of driving home utterly pissed against him and tipped off the cops to nab him leaving the pub carpark - a four year ban.







* The gobshite misread the results of an internet test that we were running and hauled an entire team in for a disciplinary hearing over them browsing the internet all day. And I mean all day, as in 24 hours, as it was a bandwidth load test. Having this pointed out to him only made him more determined to see them all found guilty.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 17:10, Reply)