Nepotism
Ages ago Danishbacon suggested we ask about nepotism. As we weren't related, we ignored this.
Tell us your worst examples, or admit to the time you employed your cousin and he totally fucked the job up.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 14:16)
Ages ago Danishbacon suggested we ask about nepotism. As we weren't related, we ignored this.
Tell us your worst examples, or admit to the time you employed your cousin and he totally fucked the job up.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 14:16)
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( , Sun 12 Oct 2014, 16:47, 5 replies)
Helloooooooooooooooooooooo SWWWWWWWEEEEEEETIEZS!
Actually, I don't have time this week - busy on another project.
So please therefore imagine a noncey, rapey, peaeadoeoearastic scenario full of obscene torture and gruesome death, with loads of oily black men in masks chanting 'BUM BUM BUM! BUM BUM BUM! ME NEXT! ME NEXT! BUM BUM BUM!', and Bob's you're pervey uncle.
LAIGH8TERZ!
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( , Sun 12 Oct 2014, 16:47, 5 replies)
Look up the word "wasta" on Google.
This word is highly applicable in the Arab world. I get to witness it on a regular basis.
-Guys (usually in a Lexus) often drive around 200kph (124mph), and the radar cameras get them. Because of their families, the tickets vanish. Wasta.
-Cars get parked in the travel lane of car parks while the owner goes shopping or some such. Tickets get issued, and vanish. Wasta.
-The plum jobs that pay the most go to people of certain families, regardless of credentials, training or even basic competence. Wasta.
The fun part of this for me, though, is watching the resulting incompetence of people who are utterly dependent on others for the most basic things, because they've never had to lift a finger in their lives. My favorite examples:
-watching one of these guys order a steak at a restaurant, then making the waiter cut it up into bite sized chunks for him.
-watching another guy trying to figure out the intricacies of using a fork to eat spaghetti, then resorting to his fingers.
-a ten year old boy, learning to tie his shoelaces for the first time, tying his shoe to his chair- and being unable to escape, because it never occurred to him to slip his foot out of the shoe.
Wasta.
( , Sun 12 Oct 2014, 11:11, 15 replies)
This word is highly applicable in the Arab world. I get to witness it on a regular basis.
-Guys (usually in a Lexus) often drive around 200kph (124mph), and the radar cameras get them. Because of their families, the tickets vanish. Wasta.
-Cars get parked in the travel lane of car parks while the owner goes shopping or some such. Tickets get issued, and vanish. Wasta.
-The plum jobs that pay the most go to people of certain families, regardless of credentials, training or even basic competence. Wasta.
The fun part of this for me, though, is watching the resulting incompetence of people who are utterly dependent on others for the most basic things, because they've never had to lift a finger in their lives. My favorite examples:
-watching one of these guys order a steak at a restaurant, then making the waiter cut it up into bite sized chunks for him.
-watching another guy trying to figure out the intricacies of using a fork to eat spaghetti, then resorting to his fingers.
-a ten year old boy, learning to tie his shoelaces for the first time, tying his shoe to his chair- and being unable to escape, because it never occurred to him to slip his foot out of the shoe.
Wasta.
( , Sun 12 Oct 2014, 11:11, 15 replies)
Dance studios are typically nepotisms
Works OK as long as you don't cross Princess.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 22:15, 9 replies)
Works OK as long as you don't cross Princess.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 22:15, 9 replies)
Pea roast - cause it went down like a pro before:
Long ago, some mates, my ex and I were scamming the council to pay our rent. There were four of us living in a two bed house (we converted the lounge to be an extra bedroom, and the ex and I were in one room together). We were all unemployed, and claiming the 20 quid a week minimum that the DSS used to give out to people who didn't have enough NI contributions - none of these people had ever managed to get a job for any length of time.
The combined rents of these individual "bedsits" came to a bit more than the rent for the property - the housing benefit didn't cover the whole rent, but it was close enough for us to scrape by.
The ex was the official tennant, and we all rented off her.
Anyway - the council inspector turned up out of the blue one day, and wanted to see the place.
He quickly spotted that the ex and I were cohabiting - so my rent was going to my other half.
We both got called in for a hearing - housing benefit has to be stopped, and the overpayment must be payed back.
The ex pointed out that if we'd claimed as a couple, for the whole rent of the property, then the council would have had to pay out more.
Our interviewer stops, and looks at his notes. Then he says "Aren't you {NAME}'s daughter? I know {NAME}, he's in my lodge."
We were dismissed, and carried on as usual for another six months or so (till I got a job and rented legitimately).
{NAME} is now on his City Council. My ex went on to be a fairly successful madam.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 15:29, Reply)
Long ago, some mates, my ex and I were scamming the council to pay our rent. There were four of us living in a two bed house (we converted the lounge to be an extra bedroom, and the ex and I were in one room together). We were all unemployed, and claiming the 20 quid a week minimum that the DSS used to give out to people who didn't have enough NI contributions - none of these people had ever managed to get a job for any length of time.
The combined rents of these individual "bedsits" came to a bit more than the rent for the property - the housing benefit didn't cover the whole rent, but it was close enough for us to scrape by.
The ex was the official tennant, and we all rented off her.
Anyway - the council inspector turned up out of the blue one day, and wanted to see the place.
He quickly spotted that the ex and I were cohabiting - so my rent was going to my other half.
We both got called in for a hearing - housing benefit has to be stopped, and the overpayment must be payed back.
The ex pointed out that if we'd claimed as a couple, for the whole rent of the property, then the council would have had to pay out more.
Our interviewer stops, and looks at his notes. Then he says "Aren't you {NAME}'s daughter? I know {NAME}, he's in my lodge."
We were dismissed, and carried on as usual for another six months or so (till I got a job and rented legitimately).
{NAME} is now on his City Council. My ex went on to be a fairly successful madam.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 15:29, Reply)
This guy works in the oil rig I'm on.
He works in the painting team, which means preparing rusty bits of the rig for painting (setting up scaffolding around the area, then needle-gunning and buffering the rusty sections etc). He doesn't have the first clue about the work and is always fucking it up. He only got the job because his uncle is the manager of the rig, he doesn't have the first fucking interest in painting, or working offshore or anything. His colleagues in the painter team are always on at him because he's shit at the job and isn't getting any better; if his uncle wasn't the big boss, he'd have been fired ages ago. He used to be in some smart-arse job abroad, but couldn't find work back home so the poor bastard is only doing this so his wife (he met her when working abroad) can get a visa - you have to be in the same job for six months or something. He obviously can't stand it being offshore, but he's only sticking it out so he get get his wife and daughter over.
This guy is me.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 12:48, 6 replies)
He works in the painting team, which means preparing rusty bits of the rig for painting (setting up scaffolding around the area, then needle-gunning and buffering the rusty sections etc). He doesn't have the first clue about the work and is always fucking it up. He only got the job because his uncle is the manager of the rig, he doesn't have the first fucking interest in painting, or working offshore or anything. His colleagues in the painter team are always on at him because he's shit at the job and isn't getting any better; if his uncle wasn't the big boss, he'd have been fired ages ago. He used to be in some smart-arse job abroad, but couldn't find work back home so the poor bastard is only doing this so his wife (he met her when working abroad) can get a visa - you have to be in the same job for six months or something. He obviously can't stand it being offshore, but he's only sticking it out so he get get his wife and daughter over.
This guy is me.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 12:48, 6 replies)
I did work experience for my old man in secondary school.
he was in trading standards. first I went to a pub, and tested alcohol levels, then to a petrol station where I measured the amount coming out of the pumps, then I had to watch a box set of the sopranos that was seized to check the videos werent porn. Then my dad decided I had managed not to fuck anything up yet and he should probably quit while he was ahead, so one of his colleagues took me water skiing for the rest of the week. happy days
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 8:51, 5 replies)
he was in trading standards. first I went to a pub, and tested alcohol levels, then to a petrol station where I measured the amount coming out of the pumps, then I had to watch a box set of the sopranos that was seized to check the videos werent porn. Then my dad decided I had managed not to fuck anything up yet and he should probably quit while he was ahead, so one of his colleagues took me water skiing for the rest of the week. happy days
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 8:51, 5 replies)
Funnily enough "nepotism"
I started my first full paid job at the age of 16. That's the age where most of you lot pretended to lose your virginity....don't panic about it now there have been plenty of opportunities for you to lie about your sexual conquests.
We all realise those stories were not true. Sorry. But really. You sit on one side of a computer screen and we all sit the other side and judge you. You lost you saddos.
Started work as a Trainee IT engineer at the age of 16 at a further education or FE college for the more uneducated that means Further Education my Aunty got me the job she worked in the library there. I am 33 now and that job moulded my entire career. My Aunty is dead now. And even in death she saw more action than most of you lot
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 1:12, 17 replies)
I started my first full paid job at the age of 16. That's the age where most of you lot pretended to lose your virginity....don't panic about it now there have been plenty of opportunities for you to lie about your sexual conquests.
We all realise those stories were not true. Sorry. But really. You sit on one side of a computer screen and we all sit the other side and judge you. You lost you saddos.
Started work as a Trainee IT engineer at the age of 16 at a further education or FE college for the more uneducated that means Further Education my Aunty got me the job she worked in the library there. I am 33 now and that job moulded my entire career. My Aunty is dead now. And even in death she saw more action than most of you lot
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 1:12, 17 replies)
Nepotism
Is pretty much the only way any contributor to this site gets away with any post they make.
Albert mashmellow is 100% related to Amourous Badger. The DNA structure says it all, they are the same person. The only thing AB failed to realise is that he basically became AM.
Dr shambolic argues will all of his 345 different sock puppet accounts.
The individual QOTW posters that are unaffected by the disgraceful trolling of inbred accounts keep this place alive.
My thoughts and prayers are with these people.
The point is there are so many troll posters that are so far up each other's arseholes, even those that are mods. They should realise that's nepotism. You got to finger a dog just because your illiterate unfunny repetitive joke making /talk posting fruit of the loom agreed with you. Or you sucked your dad off
Nepotism. Yeah.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 0:28, 31 replies)
Is pretty much the only way any contributor to this site gets away with any post they make.
Albert mashmellow is 100% related to Amourous Badger. The DNA structure says it all, they are the same person. The only thing AB failed to realise is that he basically became AM.
Dr shambolic argues will all of his 345 different sock puppet accounts.
The individual QOTW posters that are unaffected by the disgraceful trolling of inbred accounts keep this place alive.
My thoughts and prayers are with these people.
The point is there are so many troll posters that are so far up each other's arseholes, even those that are mods. They should realise that's nepotism. You got to finger a dog just because your illiterate unfunny repetitive joke making /talk posting fruit of the loom agreed with you. Or you sucked your dad off
Nepotism. Yeah.
( , Sat 11 Oct 2014, 0:28, 31 replies)
my father had his own business. he did not employ me. I am that much of a cunt
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 21:29, 4 replies)
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 21:29, 4 replies)
Nepotism..........
..........like incest, keeps it in the family.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:44, 3 replies)
..........like incest, keeps it in the family.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:44, 3 replies)
A long time ago I worked on the roads.
The boss gave his son a job. First day, someone asked him to check whether that barrel of tar was hot enough, so he dipped his finger in it.
Never saw him again.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:17, 11 replies)
The boss gave his son a job. First day, someone asked him to check whether that barrel of tar was hot enough, so he dipped his finger in it.
Never saw him again.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:17, 11 replies)
the inverse relationship
Was how employees at one middle-eastern-based firm I worked for referred to the quality of management
The principle was that the closer their blood relationship to the CEO of the group, the less could be expected of them in regards to competence or integrity. Funny how that often worked out.
I can't quote specifics due to it being sub-judice at the moment (One member of senior staff facing jail for running all his father-in-laws holidays through the product development expense account with the full knowledge and permission of the group holding company, another appealing against sentence already passed.)
But its alarmingly common, the auditors knew all about it, and were paid off to do nothing..
Blood's thicker than water, and family place-men are thicker than shit.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 18:45, 3 replies)
Was how employees at one middle-eastern-based firm I worked for referred to the quality of management
The principle was that the closer their blood relationship to the CEO of the group, the less could be expected of them in regards to competence or integrity. Funny how that often worked out.
I can't quote specifics due to it being sub-judice at the moment (One member of senior staff facing jail for running all his father-in-laws holidays through the product development expense account with the full knowledge and permission of the group holding company, another appealing against sentence already passed.)
But its alarmingly common, the auditors knew all about it, and were paid off to do nothing..
Blood's thicker than water, and family place-men are thicker than shit.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 18:45, 3 replies)
when i was a letting agent, there was a competitor agency in the village where the father had set up a thriving business and was in due course to pass it on to his children
unfortunately, whilst the father was shrewd and bright, the daughter was a famously coke-addled fuckwit. one of their letting agents came to work for us, and told us a story.
father agent was rather a harsh man to work for, and unforgiving at best. he would fire people for really very small misdemeanours. but daughter agent, when she joined after leaving university because nobody else would have hired her, made fuck-up after fuck-up.
finally, she excelled herself. they had one house that wouldn't shift, even though it was in a very desirable part of town, because it needed work doing to it and the famously stingy landlord wouldn't do anything about it. daughter agent announced that the staff were - sniff - hopeless and she would get it - sniff - let, and marched off on a viewing.
she came back, having not let it, which she pronounced in a sniffy rage because it was a total shithole. and promptly spent £15,000 doing it up. new kitchen, new bathroom, the lot.
when the landlord got his quarterly statement and saw that he owed £15,000, he came straight down to the office to demand a meeting with father agent. he was the colour of a boiled tomato. they took him into the back office, but the staff could hear the shouting through the door.
turned out daughter agent had gotten the house confused with one that father agent owned on the same street, hence having it refurbed without permission and without any agreement from the owner to pay for the works...........
and she still didn't get sacked. sniff.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 15:00, 26 replies)
unfortunately, whilst the father was shrewd and bright, the daughter was a famously coke-addled fuckwit. one of their letting agents came to work for us, and told us a story.
father agent was rather a harsh man to work for, and unforgiving at best. he would fire people for really very small misdemeanours. but daughter agent, when she joined after leaving university because nobody else would have hired her, made fuck-up after fuck-up.
finally, she excelled herself. they had one house that wouldn't shift, even though it was in a very desirable part of town, because it needed work doing to it and the famously stingy landlord wouldn't do anything about it. daughter agent announced that the staff were - sniff - hopeless and she would get it - sniff - let, and marched off on a viewing.
she came back, having not let it, which she pronounced in a sniffy rage because it was a total shithole. and promptly spent £15,000 doing it up. new kitchen, new bathroom, the lot.
when the landlord got his quarterly statement and saw that he owed £15,000, he came straight down to the office to demand a meeting with father agent. he was the colour of a boiled tomato. they took him into the back office, but the staff could hear the shouting through the door.
turned out daughter agent had gotten the house confused with one that father agent owned on the same street, hence having it refurbed without permission and without any agreement from the owner to pay for the works...........
and she still didn't get sacked. sniff.
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 15:00, 26 replies)
i hired my sister
to paint my bathroom. stupid cunt got stoned and tried to paint with a scouring pad because she was too monged to remember where she'd left the paintbrush.
tl;dr
tosser, go away
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 14:58, Reply)
to paint my bathroom. stupid cunt got stoned and tried to paint with a scouring pad because she was too monged to remember where she'd left the paintbrush.
tl;dr
tosser, go away
( , Fri 10 Oct 2014, 14:58, Reply)
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