It's in the taste
I had a boss once that was an utter cunt. Dispite me working 14 hour days and getting good results he couldn't help himself but to scream and shout like a guniea pig giving birth to an elephant at everything I did.

To my amusement though he'd had a motorbike accident years earlier which meant he didn't have full movement one of his wrists. This resulted in him having to drink cups of tea like one of the chimps off the PG Tips adverts and it was this image that helped me sail through his bullshit bollockings.

Once the amusement wore off though I told him to shove his job and he couldn't believe it as I was doing such a good job.

The twat
(Elmintrude has lumps of it round the back, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 18:33, 2 replies)

Fourteen hour days?
Were you an investment banker-arino?
( monkeybananaraffle, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 18:44, closed)

Narge
It was a wank-a-thon of a field sales job. Roughly 10 hours driving around my patch followed by 4 hours of admin when I got home because their systems were as high tech as a ZX81.
(Elmintrude has lumps of it round the back, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 18:56, closed)