Skating...
I used to work in a coffee shop in the train station of my old home town, York. Best job ever, the entire staff were extremely entertaining and laid back at the time and much fun was had, we could basically eat and drink all the lovely expensive produce, listen to any music we wanted and just sit and chat because after about 11am our customer count was about 3 business men per hour. But i digress.

We had 2 managers, a woman and a guy, woman, like the rest of the staff was safe as fuck. The guy was an abolute cock.

So comes the summer holiday and I have been accepted into my current uni, so i tell the male manager the date ill be leaving and stuff, now usually I worked quite a bit, giving me lots of cash to be able to live on, and no time did i need it more than during the summer hols when i was enjoying myself and saving for uni.

So what did the twunt do? He cut all my hours down to bare minimum for the last month or 2, i could afford to do sweet fa.

So what did I do? Well as i mentioned we were allowed to play any music we liked, except for when he was in. In which case it had to be music selected from his jealously guarded and much beloved pile of CD's in the cupboard, Frank Sinnatra and such like, this didnt go well with the rest of the metal head staff.

So on my last day I select the CD's i know are his absolute favourite, and proceed to, infront of the female manager and head waiter dude (who were cheering me on) proceed to slide across the floor of the cafe with them under my feet, pour boiling water on them and generally fuck them over.

I talked to the female manager when i was last in York, she said he was extremely pissed and is out for my blood, so i have to time my passings of the shop whenever hes in so he doesnt see me.

First post, woo!

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(Guilt wants to get in your moist confines, Tue 1 May 2007, 13:31, Reply)