The Boss
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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my boss treats me like an imbecile
we share a flat in london and both work for the government. i could tell you exactly what our job entailed, but just think james bond and you're on the right track.
my boss' boss is a forgetful old duffer, often losing the conversational thread halfway through giving us one of our assignments and slipping into a tale of his army days. not a bad sort, but certainly not compos mentis enough to be running the whole department.
my boss is a flash bugger at times, always insisting on wearing a pristine white suit, which I have to keep clean and ironed. he's so fussy about his clothes that i spend so long doing his ironing that i never have enough time to iron my own shirt or my favourite blue jacket.
he insists that i go with him into terrifying, life-threatening situations, despite the fact that i'm gripped with fear. i'm never allowed to drive the car and god help me if i mention his french girlfriend, fifi!
the final straw was when he forced me to sell my eyebrows to some scrap-metal merchant. i'll never forgive him for that.
also, i hate his fucking couch-lift.
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:24, 8 replies)
we share a flat in london and both work for the government. i could tell you exactly what our job entailed, but just think james bond and you're on the right track.
my boss' boss is a forgetful old duffer, often losing the conversational thread halfway through giving us one of our assignments and slipping into a tale of his army days. not a bad sort, but certainly not compos mentis enough to be running the whole department.
my boss is a flash bugger at times, always insisting on wearing a pristine white suit, which I have to keep clean and ironed. he's so fussy about his clothes that i spend so long doing his ironing that i never have enough time to iron my own shirt or my favourite blue jacket.
he insists that i go with him into terrifying, life-threatening situations, despite the fact that i'm gripped with fear. i'm never allowed to drive the car and god help me if i mention his french girlfriend, fifi!
the final straw was when he forced me to sell my eyebrows to some scrap-metal merchant. i'll never forgive him for that.
also, i hate his fucking couch-lift.
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:24, 8 replies)
by any chance
do you work for the greatest secret agent in the world?
* clicks *
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:36, closed)
do you work for the greatest secret agent in the world?
* clicks *
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:36, closed)
*nods emphatically*
I so did. Should have bought that off Amazon instead of Two Pints.
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 21:42, closed)
I so did. Should have bought that off Amazon instead of Two Pints.
( , Wed 24 Jun 2009, 21:42, closed)
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