Drunk in Charge
All of my bosses for the last 15 years have either been c*nts or totally useless. It seems to be a requirement for most management positions. I've been promoted to management quite a few time, but I don't seem to have that ability to agree with everything 'Upper Management' says. Anyway.

There is one manager that stands out in my mind.

I was at college at the time and working in the evenings and on Saturdays for a well known double glazing company. "I'm not trying to sell you anything blah blah blah".

Gary was the manager of the small office. He was one of those typical Essex types, probably on £30K per year but pretending he was on £50K. He drove a Ford Cosworth (of course)!

At the time I lived reasonably close by him and he of course had my contact details. One Saturday I received a phone call from him:

Gary: Smurf, any chance you could pick me up on your way in today?
Smurf: Yeah, no problem. What's wrong with your car?
Gary: Well, I went out last night and had a few drinks and the police didn't like where I left my car.
Smurf: Why? Where did you leave it?
Gary: Up a lamppost.

He was a total twat, but he did have a good sense of humour.
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 20:21, Reply)