I worked somewhere once...
....well, I've worked in a lot of places as part of my quest to find the perfect career (which I have now secured coincidentally, and I'm very happy indeed) anyway, I digress.

There was one place I worked at, a car dealership in fact, where I was subjected to the most cuntful twat of a boss I have ever known.

This chap was a lucky so and so, having landed himself the job thanks to his incredible ability to blag his way through any sort of interview. He had some knowledge and banter which he put to use during the interview which served to massage the egos of those who would employ him. Even during the interview process in the exposed glass room, where his soon-to-be department could all see him, his levels of smugness and cuntiness could be clearly identified.

As soon as this driveling, arrogant, self obsessed twat started the hate was unanimous. No one liked him, including me, but it was clear just by looking at him that he was only out to look after himself, no matter what the cost. He looked down on people, he was rude to his co-workers, he tried to scrape by while doing the least amount of work possible. Hell, he was even caught out watching DVD's on his PC a few times. He never bullied anyone, he wasn't intentionally mean, he was just painfully self centered and arrogant, thinking he was something better than them, which is ironic as two of them have gone on to much better things than he ever will.

As is the way with these 'non team players' it wasn't long before he was shown the door. During a rarely seen humble moment, he was unable to think of a single reason why he shouldn't be 'let go', a humiliating display which I'm confident would have dented both his pride and his ego almost beyond repair.

You see, I know all this because that 'manager' if you can call him that, was me.

I learned form that though, and I spent a great deal of time looking back on it with regret. It was a damn good job and it really could have taken me places, but I handled both the job, and the responsibility that came with it poorly. I fucked it, but crucially I learned from it. I could blame the poor training or the lack of support from my managers, but I won't, because while they're both a factor of it all, the camels back was broken because of me and my attitude toward the whole affair.

Still, it's not all bad. It made me a better person, professionally at least (I maintain I'm a nice bloke outside of work, I just took the above role far too seriously). I learned from my every mistake and put that all to good use at my next job, a job where I was part of the team, where I was dare I say it, liked. I got on with everyone but still maintained a likable degree of authority, I was a good manager.

So, yeah, you might have had a manager who was a cunt and for the best part it sounds like a lot of them still are cunts. But on behalf of the select few bosses who just happened to get it wrong, I'd like to say sorry. We're not all awful.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 16:11, 4 replies)

Wow
It takes a big person to admit to such mistakes. Have a click
( SteamedCleaner, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 16:26, closed)

I'm very impressed
that you can admit to this.



But could you find an alternative to thousands of commas?

Have a click.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 13:29, closed)

I like the commas....
...they're my friends. Much better than the full stops. I don't like, them, much.

Edit: Shit, that was a lot of commas, I went a bit Jeremy, Clarkson through all of that.

Anyway, duly edited.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:06, closed)

Agreed
It takes balls to post something like this about yourself. Plus, it's interesting to hear things from the other side of the question, so to speak.
(Aruu does not put all her trust in root vegetables., Fri 19 Jun 2009, 14:55, closed)