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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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I used to work in the kitchen of a rather up-market Indian restaurant in Wakefield.
My gaffer was a top bloke, but the front-of-house manager was a silly little bitch who had recently finished university and looked down her nose at everyone - even though she was possibly the least skilled person working there. The notion of "last orders" seemed quite alien to her, as she'd frequently let people in for over an hour past the official closedown time. A number of the kitchen staff quit because of this (we were often working 16-hour days, especially at weekends.) Plus, when the kitchen manager wasn't in, she'd act as if she was in charge of the kitchen and boss us around as if we, trained and fully-qualified professionals, were no better than the waiters (who were mainly kids after a bit of extra pocket money.) It was a mystery as to how exactly she'd got herself hired, as she was completely incapable of doing her job properly and nobody liked her.
In the end, she got sacked - not for her attitude problem and general incompetence, but for fiddling the books and using some of the restaurant's funds to finance a luxury holiday.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 15:16, 2 replies)
My gaffer was a top bloke, but the front-of-house manager was a silly little bitch who had recently finished university and looked down her nose at everyone - even though she was possibly the least skilled person working there. The notion of "last orders" seemed quite alien to her, as she'd frequently let people in for over an hour past the official closedown time. A number of the kitchen staff quit because of this (we were often working 16-hour days, especially at weekends.) Plus, when the kitchen manager wasn't in, she'd act as if she was in charge of the kitchen and boss us around as if we, trained and fully-qualified professionals, were no better than the waiters (who were mainly kids after a bit of extra pocket money.) It was a mystery as to how exactly she'd got herself hired, as she was completely incapable of doing her job properly and nobody liked her.
In the end, she got sacked - not for her attitude problem and general incompetence, but for fiddling the books and using some of the restaurant's funds to finance a luxury holiday.
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 15:16, 2 replies)
I'm scratching my head here
And all I can think is that you really mean "close to Wakefield".
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 16:05, closed)
And all I can think is that you really mean "close to Wakefield".
( , Thu 18 Jun 2009, 16:05, closed)
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