Dadbum
I wish I could have managed to post this earlier but unfortunately I have been out and about for the last few days. The biggest cunt I ever worked with was my dad and his business partner. I love my dad. He is great. But he was a total backstabbing cunt in the workplace. Anyway, here is the story...

I was bumming around in between IT contracting jobs about 11 years ago when it was still lucrative to abuse the IR35 thing. My dad was (and still is) partners with this dude call Matt and they run a motorbike and motorbike accessories company. They are fairly large, but they wanted to get into the INTERNET and to get all of their computers networked etc. They were still mostly using paper and bits and bobs. Basically they wanted a complete IT solution for their business. Luckily, due to my not insignificant skills I could do it, and also on the cheap.

This guy Matt took charge in the negotiations. He said that he would buy me the biggest and most baddass laptop money could buy. He would buy me a £5k laptop. In return for doing the IT solution. Also, he said that when I setup the dual ISDN line (the fastest in the area at the time!) that I could use it whenever I wanted which was a better deal than it sounds now considering I was on 28.8k modem.

I was still fairly young, and living at home anyway, so I said I would do it. I had a day job, but I would have to do it at night after work anyway so I didn’t disrupt the normal working practises. I am a bit of a night owl so it didn’t bother me. I went in after work at 5pm every day and worked until about 4am. I also spent my weekends on site doing work.

I had it done it a month, and I was so happy when I finally finished and I could sleep properly again. I handed over the lengthy manuals, backup keys, tape stuff, everything. I also handed Matt the details of the laptop I wanted from a highend mail order laptop shop.

My dad and Matt were overjoyed. There were a few initial hiccups but I went in and fixed them as and when. Most of the staff didn’t really know how to work it all so I provided training on Saturdays for them.

A few weeks later, I asked my dad when my laptop would arrive. He said that he would ask Matt, as Matt took care of all the procurement etc. A few weeks later, I was a little pissed off, and asked Matt directly. He said that my dad was sorting it out. They managed to put me off for about 3 months before they said that they weren’t going to get me a laptop because they had lost a large order due to the initial hiccups. When I asked them about it, they refused to give me details of the order.

I moved out after that, and I have never really spoken to my dad again. He tried to speak to me though, especially as the network needed some work doing to it, but I refused.

Arse.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:11, 1 reply)

have a click
not because I _like_ your story, but I empathise with your story of misplaced hope.

Hope you can reconcile with your dad at some point though.
( sanityclause is waiting until, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 1:03, closed)