Stoned, Angry and Angry-er...
In my former life as an IT-monkey, the nature of the job meant that every 12-18months, I'd find myself working on a new contract and therefore for a new boss, thankfully the work was pretty constant, but just having to adjust to new working 'rules' could be trying...

The Ex-Public School Boss: Usually to be found zoned out on the strongest skunk his dealer could supply. Had absolutely no clue about IT or business - but his father-in-law was bankrolling the firm so he just let everyone get on with it. Would suddenly decide that he was bored and march everyone off to the pub (yay!). If he was lacking in the drugs department, he'd get incredibily moody and at one point, demanded that I had over my work-issue mobile so he could check the call list to make sure I hadn't been talking to his competitors. Wife would walk in, trailing two of the bratiest kids in tow - clearly off her head on coke. It all got too much when he started to take an interest in personal life and tried to set me up on dates with weird women he went to college with.

Mr Angry Gay Boss: Possibily the most angry, hate filled individual I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. I took over from a guy who on his last day, took me aside and told me to start looking for another job. He'd lasted 6 months. The Boss was paranoid about people stealing business from him - so wouldn't allow any staff to have an email account - or individual phone lines. There were two phone lines, one for sales, one for support and both had extensions to his office - and every so often, you'd be on the phone to a client and you'd hear a slight click and he'd be listening to your conversation. If he recieved an email addressed to you, he'd print it out and write comments on the bottom of the sheet.
His incredibily camp boyfriend (who collected Barbie Dolls) would prance into the office and generally throw his weight around - while the Boss would write angry letters and threaten his customers with legal action for missing an invoice deadline - he was too tight to send them by post, so he worked out where each of us lived and on the last Friday of every month, he would hand us a stack of evelopes and ask us to deliver them on our way home.
I left after two months, when he discovered that a)I wasn't scared of him (as the IT bod - I got paid my salary, everyone else was in sales and relied of the level of comission/bonus he saw fit to award) as he had no way of bullying me and
b) I'm not gay, unlike 99% of the rest of the male staff members (and was fed up of the angry, sometimes drunken 'straight' bashing he would engage in on a daily basis.)
A very bitter, angry man.

Shortarsed Design Woman: Did some freelance support work for a mate as a favour while he was ill - and found myself in the offices of a well known outdoors clothing/tent retailer, in their clothing design department. Everything was top of the range - dual cpu workstations, 21 inch monitors (this was back in the days where a 17inch CRT cost £300) - the works. The problem was that the place was overseen by a very angry woman, who - while being blessed with rather large 'assets', was about 4.5ft tall and looked like she had spent the last ten years chewing a bag of rather angry wasps. She was evil and most of her staff lived in abject fear of her.
I saw her reduce a work experience girl of about 15 to tears because she put sugar in her tea - and when one of the designers tried to defuse the situation, he was told to clear his desk.
She actually tried to scream at me the last day I was there - her hard drive had strangely managed to format itself - thankfully all the machines backed up to a server, so I managed to restore everything, apart from her copy of photoshop - on searching through the cupboard, I couldn't find the CD - and aparently that was my fault. Her face actually went bright red as she practically accused me of stealing the disk. So I did what most highly trained IT monkeys would do - told her to go feck herself, and walked out. Last think I heard she had been arrested for assulting one of her staff - god only knows what the poor bastard had done to deserve a beating - probably left a window open or something.

Having said that, I have worked for some brilliant people, and am glad that they and their businesses have gone from strength to strength - I even get a christmas card and an invite to the christmas do from one every year, even after leaving 8 years ago!
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 10:31, 3 replies)

yet another
trio of cuntbones to add to the pile

and just how does a big bender go about 'straight bashing' what on earth could he possiby go on about....i mean, he gobbles mens cocks for fuck sake
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 11:37, closed)

Mr Angry Gay Boss
The twat actually told me that being straight meant that I was destined to live my life doing nothing but bringing up kids and living a dull, souless life.

WTF??

Bitter and twisted bloke....
( HSDriver was probably still at work on, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:33, closed)

I like the way...
...that, through the progression of these tales, your fuse appears to become shorter and shorter, worn away by your inferior superiors' fuckwittery.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 11:45, closed)