This QOTW couldn't have arrived at a more appropriate time.
* Cracks knuckles*

Well to cut a long story short, a few weeks ago i'd recently wangled a temporary job that included accomodation for free plus reasonable hours, which was a blessing considering i've been skint for two weeks and going slightly insane at the fact i was stranded away from home in empty halls of residence.
The job was pretty grim - a cleaning job at the student digs, basically throwing away spunky bed sheets, shovelling out the rotten food that had firmly glued itself to the back of the fridge, deep cleaning every visible (and not so visible) surface and basically running up and down hundreds of flights of stairs with dozens upon dozens of bin bags filled with crap.

I'm no stranger to hard work though, i just grit my teeth, hold my breath and get on with it, no matter how dirty or mundane, i was grateful for the chance to get some cash together and sort my driving lessons out, save some money up to treat a lovely lady in my life to a small holiday and get myself financially stable for the next university term. Groovy.

No... It wasn't groovy. I hasten to add that the last few days have been a fucking nightmare mainly due to the actions of the most obnoxious little Hitler i've ever had the misfortune to meet, namely my boss.

Let's call him Ian (because that's his name). Ian is a control freak, a stressed, red faced, humourless twat who has all the charisma of a sewer rat half crushed under the wheels of skoda. He doesn't listen to anyone, he's constantly on a power trip and always over-reacting, the slightest little problem will set him off.

So i thought it was in the best interest not to mention the fact that i had hurt my knee a few days before starting my job. My doctor tells me it's a strained ligament and it hurts. But i didn't mention it to him because i know he wouldn't have let me work and being honest i needed the money and the house. So those hundreds of flights of stairs began to take their toil on my knackered knee, but i got on with it, not complaining even once.... despite the fact that at one point I wasn't paired up and was given one of the dirtiest flats to clean completely on my own (possibly against company policy). But again, i just got on with it, up and down stairs in the summer heat, cleaning out fridges, emptying cupboards, dragging matresses from bedroom to skip and repeat 30 times. One particular day i filled about forty bin bags (3 skips worth) completely on my own and i'm quite proud to say i've done a good job.

Yesterday i was taken into the office for a 'word'(as were a few other crew members) and it was announced that i hadn't 'been pulling my weight' and that i would lose half my hours and that i was lucky to have not been sacked..... I was god smacked. What?

I asked him why, and he told me 'not to start talking back if you know what's good for you', but i wanted a reason. He mumbled something about
not being up to the same rate of work as the others, as i had only done X amount of rooms whilst the others had done XX amount of rooms. But i was completely on my own, i argued. Again he refused to listen to any sense of reason, ignored the fact that i had worked alone and was scolded for 'missing a bin'. I shit you not. Then i was told to get out of his sight.

So i went outside for a smoke with the other crew and we all talked about how we had all received a bollocking and I mentioned that it was shit how we had lost half our hours. I got blank looks.... I told them that I'd been cut by 50% and then I realised it was just me.

I couldn't believe it. So i spoke to my Dad on the phone and asked him for some advice, and he told me to get it in writing. So I returned to Ian and asked him if i could have a quiet word in private, which he refused. Instead he stood amongst the reception staff - shouting over me, making me feel like a piece of shit. I asked him for a document to explain why I had been the only member of staff to have received cuts, despite the fact that others had been told off too.

'Who do you think you are?' He said, staring at me.

I again politely asked for something to document this, surely it was within my right to have a reason why. This was a step too far. He started shouting and ranting at me and told me that I had three days to move my stuff out and don't bother coming in work tomorrow because I was sacked. On the fucking spot.... For nothing.

Gutted. I was sacked. Bye bye new house mates, bye bye new house, bye bye any hopes of getting my driving license or treating my lady friend to anything nice. Bye bye wages... Bye bye dignity.

I couldn't believe it. So I asked him for a copy of the complaints procedure and was refused. I was told I had no rights as i was only temporary staff and had worked for him for less than a month. I was speechless, not only had he crushed me, he denied me the chance of even complaining about it.

I then thought 'fuck this' and went straight to his boss and explained what had happened.

Ian's Boss: 'Well if Ian says you haven't been pulling your weight then i'm afraid he is right to let you go'

Me: 'But i've worked twice as hard as anyone else, i shouldn't have even been on my own, i've not stopped'

Ian's Boss: 'yes but you were warned once weren't you and you shouldn't wind Ian up, you know what he's like'

Me: 'But i've not had a warning, not once... as far as i was concerned i was doing a great job, i've not said anything to Ian'

Ian's Boss 'yes but apparently you've not been pulling your weight'

Me: 'But what does that even mean? That doesn't explain anything?'

and so on...

And before i could do ANYTHING about the undocumented sacking and the abuse of power and the way i'd been treated. I woke up this morning and collected my mail and found a letter saying:

'Dear Mr Lizard,

Because you have failed to turn up for work today, I have no other option but to terminate your employment'

But... I'd been sacked YESTERDAY and was told not to come in. The sly little fucker had tricked me into getting sacked (twice).

So today i've been to the student union, the council, i've spoken to the citizens advice, i've spoken to the housing agency and they've all come to the conclusion that because i am temporary staff and because of the type of contract i had signed, i have next to NO rights regarding this case. I have no rights regarding my housing and I have no rights regarding Ian speaking to me like a piece of shit.

I am gutted.

I'm sorry for the unfunny, but that little Prick has ruined my summer. My only option now is to complain to his company about his bullying, ruthless attitude and hopefully get the fucker in trouble - but deep down i know that guy has had twenty years or so to surround himself in a legal bubble.

The next time i sign a contract, i'm definately going to look at all the details and not get shafted.

The sad thing is, the house mates i've just met are lovely, friendly funny people, the house is lovely and I was so looking forward to spending the summer with the girl i like.

But now it's all fucked. Just because of the attitude of that little Hitler.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 20:34, 18 replies)

hmm...
Lodge a complaint that he exposed himself sexually, and then set out to ruin your employment when you gently spurned his advances. The paperwork should keep him busy for a while...
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 20:44, closed)

Such is the wonderful world of temporary employment.
A warehouse I used to work in went through 5-10 temporary order pickers every week due to this kind of petty power abuse.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 21:02, closed)

if it's hot outside
and he's left his cr window open a crack take a slash in his car
edit : and yes, you may have been treated badly and unfairly, but don't drag your dignity into it. him being a fuckwit at life has nothing to do with you. it doesn't help at the moment mind - but he is the one who is ultimately royally fookered for living his life like such a dickbutt
(goorf, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 21:59, closed)

nah you're right mate
I'm gonna consider it a positive thing that i don't ever have to see his fat face ever again.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 23:10, closed)

Get someone
to complain. They've seen and heard him ranting, the language was absolutely disgusting, my child should not have to hear things like that and the poor man he was shouting at, well it was just embarrassing etc. etc.

Failing that, baseball bat the bastard.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 22:07, closed)

Don't get mad, get even.
First, read this: http://payandworkrightscampaign.direct.gov.uk/index.html and put in a complaint.

Secondly, obtain some iron filings, find his car, and sprinkle them on his roof in a certain pattern. For example, the word "Nonce" should do the trick. Something along those lines. Also, an anonymous complaint to the police about kiddy **ahem** pr0n on his computer should make his life very interesting for a while. If you do this, make sure it is from a payphone with no camera surveillance that is nowhere near where you live, and if you go there, pay in cash to get there.

Suggestions are merely provided as ideas and are used at a person's own risk.

Good luck.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 9 Jul 2010, 23:10, closed)

Thanks :)
Haha good tips :D
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 23:12, closed)

Go to it.
And make his life hell. If you happen to find his home address (easily obtainable from 192.com) for a small fee, or if he isn't ex-directory, from here and sign him up for all manner of postal offers. Gay porn for example. 123people.com can also provide facebook, myspace and any other profiles on the internet.

/edit

I'm quite adept at finding personal information on the net. All I need is a name and hometown.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 9 Jul 2010, 23:16, closed)

I feel for you dude!
I really do. I didn't have it this bad, but I was certainly a victim of bullying at work, and unfounded accusations. It isn't nice, and you do feel bloody helpless.

Just take comfort in the fact that you are worth twenty of that little twat, and be glad he's out of your life.

Something will come along, it always does for the right people.
( Black Moon Not cracked, I'm all up to be., Sat 10 Jul 2010, 0:26, closed)

Thanks mate
I need a bit of positivity at the moment :D
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sat 10 Jul 2010, 0:38, closed)

Smearing dog-shit on the door handles of his car sounds good for a laugh...?
(minimalist ..., Sat 10 Jul 2010, 0:27, closed)

This is the second time that piece of advice has been given to me
and the third poo related form of vengeance.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sat 10 Jul 2010, 2:26, closed)

That's probably because there's something uniquely vile about excrement that makes it such an excellent medium for revenge. Personally, I was just looking for something with a "cleaning up other people's shit" motif.

N.B. If skilfully applied, he may not even notice the shit until he gets to some traffic-lights - and starts picking his nose!
(minimalist ..., Sat 10 Jul 2010, 10:35, closed)

Some sick genius - on here, I suspect - had the idea of freezing a turd and grating it into the hot-air vents in his nemesis' car...
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Sat 10 Jul 2010, 14:13, closed)

That is sick, twisted...
...and I love it!
(minimalist ..., Sun 11 Jul 2010, 10:01, closed)

Nothing a small crowbar and the top of his skull won't fix.

( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Sat 10 Jul 2010, 14:03, closed)

If your a student, write a letter of complaint to your vice chancellor about the contractors employment schemes. Write a letter to the head of the contractor. Also students have a very strong history of campaigning. Make it known around campus how badly contractors for the university treat their staff. Student newspapers and local newspapers love stories like this. Also you technically have squatters rights over the accommodation. They need to go through quite some lengthy legal processes to throw squatters out. Im sure there are lots of the other staff who feel the same way, collective action can really bring people like that down.
(Morgana De Faeye, Mon 12 Jul 2010, 9:26, closed)

Thankyou
Good advice, i will look into this :)
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Mon 12 Jul 2010, 14:46, closed)