The Boss
My chief at a large retail chain used to decide on head office redundancies by chanting "One potato, two potato" over the staff list. Tell us about your mad psycho bosses - collect your P45 on the way out.
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( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 13:06)
My chief at a large retail chain used to decide on head office redundancies by chanting "One potato, two potato" over the staff list. Tell us about your mad psycho bosses - collect your P45 on the way out.
Bruce Springsteen jokes = Ban, ridicule
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 13:06)
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Being used to settle a bet...
I grew up in the Midlands (factories, faggots and peas, mild ale, strong accents, you get the picture...)
I work down in that there London, with mostly posh types (especially senior management).
Once, when I was quite junior, I was standing waiting to get something off the printer when the head of department's door opened and he shouted to me:
'Snowy - come here a moment'
So I scurried over into his office, where another senior management type was sitting...
'Snowy - you're from the North right?'
Me: 'Well, the Midlands, which isn't quite...'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever... Important question: what do you have on chips?'
Me: 'Er, salt and vinegar?'
'Anything else?'
Me: Erm, I might have a bit of curry sauce, maybe some gravy if there's some going'
'Ha!'
...and he turned to the other guy...
'That's a tenner you owe me, I told you the poor have gravy on their chips. You can go now Snowy - I imagine you've got lots to be getting on with....'
Fucking. Hell.
This was the same guy who was sent on a Diversity Training Course and asked the trainer 'What you're supposed to call poofs nowadays', so I suppose laughing at me for having gravy on chips was quite mild, really...
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 14:52, 7 replies)
I grew up in the Midlands (factories, faggots and peas, mild ale, strong accents, you get the picture...)
I work down in that there London, with mostly posh types (especially senior management).
Once, when I was quite junior, I was standing waiting to get something off the printer when the head of department's door opened and he shouted to me:
'Snowy - come here a moment'
So I scurried over into his office, where another senior management type was sitting...
'Snowy - you're from the North right?'
Me: 'Well, the Midlands, which isn't quite...'
'Yeah, yeah, whatever... Important question: what do you have on chips?'
Me: 'Er, salt and vinegar?'
'Anything else?'
Me: Erm, I might have a bit of curry sauce, maybe some gravy if there's some going'
'Ha!'
...and he turned to the other guy...
'That's a tenner you owe me, I told you the poor have gravy on their chips. You can go now Snowy - I imagine you've got lots to be getting on with....'
Fucking. Hell.
This was the same guy who was sent on a Diversity Training Course and asked the trainer 'What you're supposed to call poofs nowadays', so I suppose laughing at me for having gravy on chips was quite mild, really...
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 14:52, 7 replies)
Or very good...
...as I suppose you don't really need to call them anything.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 17:53, closed)
...as I suppose you don't really need to call them anything.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 17:53, closed)
Ha! Nice one!
Being a child of the Midlands living in London myself I know what its like to be treated like a thicko. (Ok, I am a thicko, but thats besides the point). Click.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 17:28, closed)
Being a child of the Midlands living in London myself I know what its like to be treated like a thicko. (Ok, I am a thicko, but thats besides the point). Click.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 17:28, closed)
He sounds awesome!
I'd love to meet this blokey if only to see what his reaction would be upon seeing my hairy visage.
( , Tue 23 Jun 2009, 16:40, closed)
I'd love to meet this blokey if only to see what his reaction would be upon seeing my hairy visage.
( , Tue 23 Jun 2009, 16:40, closed)
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