Whilst working as 2IC in a largish industrial kitchen (retail dips, pate, meat, cheese & soups)
I had misfortune of working with an exceedingly lazy gent called Carbags (as that was his nickname - another story for another day). Carbags was my senior and the "chef". I was more qualified than him - he got better money & perks purely cause he'd been there for a long time and knew the recipes but wouldn't (couldn't) share them.
While I was paid a moderate casual rate (with NO penalty rates, leave or loading, sick leave etc.) but in charge of stock, orders, costings, the other staff (including hiring/firing), food prep, cooking, sealing and packing, Carbags cooked and that was about it. He got a salary (about 15k more than me) and an (albeit fairly crappy) company car and quite a few other perks. We both started early (0330) but often I would have to work late when Carbags would scite off early.
Germy (the very tight-fisted owner) was shit-scared of Carbags leaving and not divulging the recipes. I quickly worked out the recipes but held off giving them to Germy as a measure of respect to Carbags (who had his own fears for his job/salary as Germy was really tight).
What used to really piss me off tho was when we (myself & all the other staff) would be going hammer & tongs in order to get an order out on time (definitely all-hands on deck type of thing), Carbags would make sure Germy wasn't around then take 15 min. (@ least) to sit down with a cuppa and read the paper. Apart from him we all had the same break-times.
The last 6 months I was there I had a particularly nasty tummy-bug which eventually became chronic and was found to have been caused by my working with offal etc.(remember, NO sick leave!) - to my personal/professional hygiene credit the Health Dept. checked many times and I never passed it on. (HACCP was a bitch to get but I was the most instrumental in getting the certification).
On the day I decided to leave (with no notice after all the shit I copped from Germy & Carbags - I was casual still and only technically had to give/receive 1hrs. notice) I left a carefully thought out note on Germy's desk detailing
a.) the amount of paid time Carbags had scited (particularly noting that a lot of those times where when other staff had to do expensive overtime),
b.) exactly how much money Carbag's laziness had cost Germy in the 2 and a half years I had been there (I used my fairly extensive costing skill to good effect with breakdowns for everything) - it was actually quite a large amount and
c.) all of the recipes (most of which I cooked about half the time anyway). That was my last laugh sorry, phyric victory.
Length? The time it took for Germy to cut Carbags' salary and make him drive his own car to work!
EDITED for a bit more clarity and context for when everyone starts calling me either a liar or prick & picking my tale apart.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 11 Feb 2011, 1:19, 4 replies)

You lying prick!
Why's he called Carbags then?
(Stiltzkin, Fri 11 Feb 2011, 9:36, closed)

:) Carbags was Vietnamese
when he got stressed or upset his accent would become somewhat... incoherent.
I turned up for work @ 0400 one day with Carbags shouting that we needed some "carbags" for the leek & potato soup.
Que me scratching my head. Eventually after some crude drawings and him *eventually* explaining that we'd missed the "cabbages" in our vegie order I set off in his dodgy work car to go to the nearest very expensive open market to pick up a couple of hundred dollars worth of cabbages for the soup.
I've got a great recipe for Carbags Soups.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 11 Feb 2011, 10:37, closed)

What's a 2IC?

( rofl harris, Fri 11 Feb 2011, 15:21, closed)

2IC is code
for 2nd/Second In Command/Charge

In organisational parlance, that's the person below the OIC (Officer/One/'Orse's ass In Charge) for a site or event; but above everyone else.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Fri 11 Feb 2011, 15:25, closed)