Once upon a time in a car parts warehouse.......
Now most of you have read Pooflake’s and Goodlord’s post about said place, now please allow me to at my not quite as funny (Pooflake’s nicked all the good ones dammit!)tale.

I had done almost everything there in my quest for the easiest job, then one fateful Wednesday afternoon i was dragged in front of HR (this isn’t gonna be pretty I thought, and I was right HR was boil on arse fugly! but the news was quite good)

I had been chosen! Lucky me! To move into the new Project Team! Ta Da!

Ok this is good, my boss in the team is a top bloke, so much so I will share conversations and beers with him in my own time! So lucky Mudbutton, we were going to have a ball, and we did for the first time in my working life I was actually looking forward to going to work.

Now this is kind of a two pronged attack on the QOTW so bear with me. The only thing, the only little black cloud that was darkening out team was the warehouse manager, who incidentally was so bent he couldn’t lie straight in his probably company paid for bed!

Now we had a number of different project ongoing in this “10 year plan” all of which involved getting contractors in planning, managing, getting more contractors in, more planning and the odd spending spree on ebay.

My own fault entirely I know but because I was enjoying work so much I put that little extra effort in which got me involved in more stuff and eventually splitting the project down to a contract each between myself and my boss. All was going swimmingly we had a great relationship with the contractors and were well ahead of target with all our tasks.

Now this alerted the warehouse manager to yet another possible cash cow that he could milk to an inch of its poor existence and boy did he! We had quotes in place for work costing £8k he would steam in cancel them replace them with quotes for 16k through his ‘Friends’ company who would then in turn contact the first company who provided the quote get them to do it and pocket the difference Asda style. I am not so naïve to think this sort of thing does not go on but by jingo this guy had no shame!

A week after settling contracts he would be spouting on about his new car he bought for his daughter, the new 60 inch plasma TV he now has for his yes NEW summer house in his yes newly done huge garden. All of these services can be provided by his friends business…

It got laughable and frustrating, we were just monkeys pushing buttons again, but the important thing is we knew! He knew we knew and we weren’t buying it. Now avid readers of Pooflake’s work will know I no longer work in this amazing warehouse of dreams, but before I left the warehouse manager was made to resign, cover ups were made people were promoted (including me and my boss)

One asshole out of the way it seems, the place was in a state of (quiet) rejoice, me in my promoted role finally thinking it was recognition for my hard work (obviously it was to keep my mouth shut as to what I had heard). Readjusting myself to my new role was difficult, I had been out of this type of work for a good 3 years and it seemed that I had leapfrogged a very absent minded supervisor to this role, suffice to say she was not happy about it. Cue meetings with HR, meetings with now new warehouse manager, more meetings with HR and finally scooting around the warehouse gathering support to ‘Out’ me. All of which failed, now I may not be the cleverest bloke in there (I probably was, there was not much competition) but if I was her I would of just either, started looking for another job or just accepted the fact that I was in this position whether she liked it or not. Now this is the bit where “I may not be the cleverest bloke in there” come into play.

I am a nice guy most of the time like a laugh and am pretty easy to get on with, but she was a feisty one! I paid particular attention to her and always made an effort to involve her in everything, trying to imagine how she must feel I was making quite the effort and after a while we were getting along fine, telling jokes working well and the team was ticking over perfectly.

One Thursday morning she waddled in to find me laughing at my desk, I explained I had just received a ‘joke’ email from a colleague and shared the joke with her, cue us both laughing. She then asked if I could forward her this email so she could send it to friends…….That was it……bang! I now found myself 3 weeks later suspended and being asked to leave for sending inappropriate material to a colleague causing a stress related illness…bugger!

So in summary…..
One Boss getting fucked
One Boss doing alright
Me becoming a Boss
Another Boss getting fucked…..

Now how’s that for ticking boxes?

For those interested I am in a much better place now and my bitter assistant has been made redundant… lifes a bitch eh?

Length? Far far far far too long……
(MudButton does not mean to offend but......, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 14:47, 2 replies)

I apologise to everyone...
On behalf of Mudbutton, GoodLord and myself, for our stream of posts on the 'seventh level of hell' that was that place.

Please don't blame us, it's just that we were given so much material to work with!

Mudbutton, I was with you through that whole experience...and feel immense pride at how you handle the injustice with your head held high...displaying a dignity that the conniving bitch and arse covering company didn't deserve.

What MB hasn't mentioned folks, is that he is a single father with 2 kids, and the 'accusing' woman in question didn't even spare a second thought about how his family would be affected by her vicious, selfish and spiteful actions. She thought gettin gshot of him would mean she would get his job...of course, it didn't. What she didn't realise though, was that her actions would also cost the jobs and livlihoods of everybody on that mailing list - including one of her friends - but she was driven by jealousy and revenge and didn't think her acts through.

The company knew it was a frame up - and could have done 100 things to ensure MB kept his job, but they took the easy option and wimped out behind the cowardly cloak of company policy.

Writing this makes me angry - But Mudbutton merely dusted himself down and within one month had taken his talents and ability to a company in direct competition, who couldn't believe their luck when he fell in their laps, and who have treated him with the respect he deserves ever since.

As MB says, she has since been made redundant.

What goes around...

(oh, and *clicks*)

Edit: I actually posted about this on the 'I Witnessed a Crime QOTW here In February 2008…
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Mon 22 Jun 2009, 15:13, closed)

Blushing!
Stop it.....

Secretly i was shitting myself..

This QOTW was written for that place, if they could film that place it would be better than the office!
(MudButton does not mean to offend but......, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 15:28, closed)