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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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So that explains it!
In the days when recorded music mainly came in 12” and 7” varieties and revolved at 33 or 45 rpm, I was a small cog in the large wheel of the record business. I worked for a major record company’s pressing plant.
After a couple of years of this I thought it was time to move on and I applied for a job as a shift leader in a small pressing plant. Putting on my best (and only!) suit I went to the interview. I waited and waited in an office cum landing outside the main office, when suddenly the door burst open and a guy in overalls burst out closely pursued by a podgy man in a suit. Podgy man shouted “I want you to take all the fucking records and put them in the middle of the fucking road and everybody who walks past will see what a bunch of stupid idiots I have working for me!!” A good start to an interview!
A guy whose manner and appearance closely resembled Sergeant Wilson in Dad’s Army introduced himself as a director and apologised “for all the noise” and explained that the Managing Director who was interviewing me was upset as too many records of an order had been made and that they would have to be scrapped as the customer would not take them.
Minutes ticked by and I was ushered into the inner sanctum where podgy man ruled his empire. The previously angry man had changed into a charming albeit smarmy man.
I was offered the job and (against logic and my better judgement) accepted it.
After working there a few weeks the MD’s rants and rages became worse – he ripped a telephone off the wall as it dared to ring whilst he was giving somebody a bollocking, he also was spotted picking up spindles of warped records, inspecting them, dumping them on the floor and jumping up and down on them!!
One of our major clients at the time was a company who specialised in Christian music; everything from albums of hymns to impassioned folkie type singers whose over dramatic renditions of Biblical stories in song were truly cringeworthy.
Anyway, the Christian Music Company used to dump 10,000 LP covers and 10,000 pairs of labels on us and then ask for 500 records. Now and then they would re-order some records, but for the most part the boxes continued to pile up in our warehouse.
Our MD had several meetings with the Christian Music Company and asked them to remove at least some of their stock, but little progress was made. Things came to a head and the company withdrew all their work from us. A couple of days later 3 girls dressed in rather prim and proper dresses arrived at our warehouse and began going through the stock, some of the record covers and labels were consigned to the bin, but the majority were transferred to a rival pressing plant.
I asked my director (the guy who looked like Sergeant Wilson) what had caused a regular customer to suddenly withdraw their work from us. His reply was short and to the point:- I think it might have something to do with our MD telling their boss to “Fuck off you fucking hypocritical Christian Cunt!!”
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 17:23, Reply)
In the days when recorded music mainly came in 12” and 7” varieties and revolved at 33 or 45 rpm, I was a small cog in the large wheel of the record business. I worked for a major record company’s pressing plant.
After a couple of years of this I thought it was time to move on and I applied for a job as a shift leader in a small pressing plant. Putting on my best (and only!) suit I went to the interview. I waited and waited in an office cum landing outside the main office, when suddenly the door burst open and a guy in overalls burst out closely pursued by a podgy man in a suit. Podgy man shouted “I want you to take all the fucking records and put them in the middle of the fucking road and everybody who walks past will see what a bunch of stupid idiots I have working for me!!” A good start to an interview!
A guy whose manner and appearance closely resembled Sergeant Wilson in Dad’s Army introduced himself as a director and apologised “for all the noise” and explained that the Managing Director who was interviewing me was upset as too many records of an order had been made and that they would have to be scrapped as the customer would not take them.
Minutes ticked by and I was ushered into the inner sanctum where podgy man ruled his empire. The previously angry man had changed into a charming albeit smarmy man.
I was offered the job and (against logic and my better judgement) accepted it.
After working there a few weeks the MD’s rants and rages became worse – he ripped a telephone off the wall as it dared to ring whilst he was giving somebody a bollocking, he also was spotted picking up spindles of warped records, inspecting them, dumping them on the floor and jumping up and down on them!!
One of our major clients at the time was a company who specialised in Christian music; everything from albums of hymns to impassioned folkie type singers whose over dramatic renditions of Biblical stories in song were truly cringeworthy.
Anyway, the Christian Music Company used to dump 10,000 LP covers and 10,000 pairs of labels on us and then ask for 500 records. Now and then they would re-order some records, but for the most part the boxes continued to pile up in our warehouse.
Our MD had several meetings with the Christian Music Company and asked them to remove at least some of their stock, but little progress was made. Things came to a head and the company withdrew all their work from us. A couple of days later 3 girls dressed in rather prim and proper dresses arrived at our warehouse and began going through the stock, some of the record covers and labels were consigned to the bin, but the majority were transferred to a rival pressing plant.
I asked my director (the guy who looked like Sergeant Wilson) what had caused a regular customer to suddenly withdraw their work from us. His reply was short and to the point:- I think it might have something to do with our MD telling their boss to “Fuck off you fucking hypocritical Christian Cunt!!”
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 17:23, Reply)
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