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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Well, Boss, it was like this .....
We've all made mistakes at work. We've all stood in front of the boss, shuffling our feet and trying not to blush (or cry) whilst explaining a moment of, shall we say, fuckwittery.

This guy did it in grand (and very public) style, and is the fifth employee to have done exactly the same thing ...

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/edinburgh_and_east/7572641.stm

Rather puts my "ordered 10 pallets of paper instead of 10 boxes" moment into perspective.

Here's your chance to share your "Well, Boss ..." moment for the merriment of others. Take a look at the link, and see if you can beat that!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 15:35, 23 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
hahah
I saw an articulated lorry hit a railway bridge in Oxford. At 830am. And the driver getting lynched by angry commuters!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 15:47, Reply)
Here's another link to today's Scottish news

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/edinburgh_and_east/7572248.stm

which made me laugh out loud at the expression on the guy's face. And the irony of his crime, given his own hairless head.......
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 15:49, Reply)
hahahaha!
Very good!

Hello Miss Witch! Long time no witchings! how are you?
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 15:51, Reply)
haha
He looks a bit like Al Murray...
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 15:52, Reply)
Its hlt
and althegeordie.

*joins in happy dance*

*falls over*
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:01, Reply)
The other week
we heard a weird foghorn type noise coming from outside the office. We were bored and started making up a story about how the Titanic had risen from the icy depths of the sea to take revenge on the nation that had commissioned her. A colleague drew a crappy Paint picture which I then decided to print out and stick to his monitor. The particular machine I decided to use to do this didn't print out the first time. Ok, fine. I'll send it to a different printer. No problem. Printed out, stuck on monitor. Done.

In the print room, meanwhile, there is a large line printer that we use to print out branch labels, cheques and P45s. It has to be manually made ready before it'll print anything. The next day, another colleague goes to print out some labels. He hits the "print rdy" button and the machine whirrs into life.

And out comes a giant print out of the Zombie Titanic, complete with "Rargh, I'm coming to eat your brains Andrew" legend. All over the expensive labels we use.

Which was quite funny. Except that the effort of doing so killed the printer. It started printing out gibberish. Apparently they had to spend most of the morning trying to fix it.

Oops.

The saving grace is that he hadn't been trying to print out cheques. We have to take waste cheques up to the Finance department as they need to account for them all. I doubt they would have appreciated a ream of cheques with a giant fuck-off boat printed on them.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:01, Reply)
@Kroney

take a bow, that man!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:03, Reply)
It's worth mentioning
that I'm an IT professional. In name, if not in practice.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:05, Reply)
@Kroney

For services to IT professionalism, you are hereby awarded the inaugural b3ta

"Fuck up Factory Foreman" badge

at least you will be if someone clever and talented can design one......
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:13, Reply)
hahaha!
I LOVE that!

hello al!

*smooshes*
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:19, Reply)
Yay, I've driven under that bridge
Successfully like, in a car and everything.

Go me!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:20, Reply)
Ha, I can't beat that!
Why don't they just change the route? Or would that be too sensible?
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:20, Reply)
An ex-colleague
Was visiting a client's site miles away from the office.

"We have problems seeing everything on our computer screen" said the elderly book keeper.

"Not a problem" says our hero and promptly adjusts her screen resolution to fit more on.

Except that the resolution he selected was too much for the old screen to cope with.

Our pillock hero had to drive back to the office, collect another monitor, drive back, reset the screen resolution and finally give the aged bookkeeper a hand getting the wages done as the only payroll PC in the office had been out of commission during his five hour round trip to collect a new monitor.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:29, Reply)
Whilst drunk and working in an Alpine Hotel in France..
I was a Pot washer, plongeur or dish pig slag.

It was dirty work, but there was free food, booze and plenty of time to go snowboarding.

We had all of the food delivered and as such it had to be ordered...in French.

The head chefs french was non existent, mine was GCSE and forgotten, but one fateful toffee vodka pickled night at 10 to midnight we realised we had ordered no veg for the next day!

Disaster!!

With the grace and coordination of a pair of ice skating fawns on crack we rushed to the office to fax an order.

brains were racked, chairs were fallen off and the accountants draws were solied, but somehow we managed to get the order. With much back slapping we went to flirt with the single middle aged women for free drinks (what? they paid 400F a week!)

I was on duty first the next morning and opening the back door squinting in the early morning sun I was confronted by our veg order.

I'll put it in a list:

- Radishes - 10x boxes
- Cauliflower - 1
- Potatoes - 13
- Leeks - 9x boxes
- Watermelons - 1
- Turnips - half a metric tonne by the looks of it.

Laugh or cry I did a little of both. Luckily it was really the boss' fault, but I still had to peel the fuckers!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:32, Reply)
this has just reminded me
of the time I accidentally ordered the enormous, industrial sized roll of bubble wrap, and not the normal office sized roll we usually had.

My boss was ace. Instead of being cross and making me send it back, he got us to wrap him up in it so he could roll about on the office floor to pop the bubbles. So we did. We even made him a helmet. Then we refused to unravel him.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:39, Reply)
I know!
He was fab. He's not my boss any more though, I left. I miss you Craig, you crazy health and safety manager you.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:43, Reply)
Tulips on your organ
I used to live in the wilds of Lincolnshire, in a curious hole called Spalding. If anyone has witnessed Spalding, I feel for you, really I do.

While there I worked in the thriving flower bulb industry, and was lucky enough to land a job driving a forklift.

Driving round at any speed has its potential dangers when the front of the forklift is adorned with 15ft stacks of plastic containers filled with thousands of flower bulbs. When you've entrusted this task to a bunch of permanently stoned 16 year olds; you're asking for trouble.

The number of "Um, boss..." moments were far too numerous to recount. Suffice to say they could have saved themselves far more money by employing qualified people on a proper wage, rather than paying peanuts to lazy students and have them destroy billions of bulbs, countless containers & pallets, and one fairly large warehouse.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 16:52, Reply)
*winks at al*
*grins*
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:24, Reply)
nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
Not the naughty list!

Please!

I'll do anything!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:28, Reply)
hlt - nooooooooooo!
*throws herself in front of hlt*

for the love of all that's holy, girl, don't ever promise al that you'll do anything.

Next thing you know, you'll be on your knees ....







scrubbing his doorstep!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:34, Reply)
@ al
is that all?

*does a hula dance*

I'm afraid I've eaten nearly half of this delicious brie-and-cranberry-on-wholemeal-bread, but you can have the rest if you wish.

*donates*

Howzat?

Don't worry WW. I'm a good tulip, I can do these things no problemo.
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:35, Reply)
ha!
At least I escaped the naughty list.

You, sir, shall not!
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:43, Reply)
sorry, what?
I didn't know it was your doorstep.

I'll get you on there somehow though.

*schemes*
(, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 17:49, Reply)

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