My cunt of a manager just came in
And asked what I was doing.
I told him a few bits and pieces, and he started ranting on about how he'd been here working his arse off all weekend, with his wife and children.

So... I could go and work in the factory...

*makes tea*

*sits back*

What he neglected to mention was that his kids are 5, 3 and 1, so I doubt they're much help at making wardrobes.
The fact that he made a gigantic fuck-up with the order because he buggered off on holiday also was not mentioned...

*sips tea*
( Cawl, Mon 1 Sep 2008, 10:49, Reply)