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There's saving money, and there's being tight: saving money at the expense of other people, or simply for the miserly hell of it.

Tell us about measures that go beyond simple belt tightening into the realms of Mr Scrooge.

(, Thu 23 Oct 2008, 13:58)
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Another tightwad boss
I worked in a bakery, the lesser details of which can be found here:


Said boss, the racist cult-craving Baptist minister, was also a tightwad (a charming man, really.) Mirroring most other tightwad boss stories, we were docked for mere seconds, forced to work through breaks without extra pay, blah blah blah. You get this gist, we’ve been there before.

One day as I was performing my rather important bakery duties, I became distracted by something (likely shiny and sparkly) while placing a tray of bread into the giant rotating oven. A large, super-heated metal bar caught me across the inner elbows of both of my arms. As happens when flesh meets heat, my arms exploded in pus and blood – a tasty treat for the bakery patrons that day, I am sure. I remember that my arms stuck to this bar, actually melted on. The welts were two inches wide and several inches long, and bugger me, they hurt.

Instead of sending me off to get my wounds properly treated in a hospital like law dictates or even busting out the old emergency kit, he saw his daily hot dog bun and donut quota quickly slipping away. So he took me to the deli next door and cellophane-d my arms (without cleaning them) to prevent them from dripping on the precious baked goods. I was stood, arms outstretched, as he wrapped cellulose usually reserved for storage of potato salad around some pretty nasty wounds.

Then he made me make up the time at the end of the day.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 10:39, 14 replies)
Actually cling flim is recomended
for scolds and burns by NHS direct while you make your way to A&E.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:00, closed)
As you make your way to A&E, yes.
Not to finish out the last 5 hours of your donut shift.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:03, closed)
Did you look
like one of those chicken drumsticks you get at buffets with the cellophane on so that you don't get your hands greasy?
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:09, closed)
Hey, I looked at your profile
You live in Oxford. Tell me, where can I find one of these cellophane chicken drumsticks? Your reply made me hungry.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:26, closed)
yet you finished your shift?
Hmm, so what stopped you just leaving and attending hospital? He could have threatened the sack I suppose, but even so...

Do you still have disfiguring scars, maybe a little court case could be of benefit to you?
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:10, closed)
I was dumb.
I was 16 and very stupid. I think that sufficiently covers your questions.

No disfiguring scars, but I'd probably wear those as a badge of pride.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:14, closed)
ow, ow, OW
this made my bottom go funny.
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:12, closed)
said that when my GF said she wanted to do an experiment...
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:23, closed)
On a similar note
When I was far too young to know any better, I loudly announced to my mother that "my willy feels funny when I think about mermaids".
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:50, closed)
you just made me
choke on a tangerine.

On a side note... Ariel, Darryl Hannah, or just generic mermaids?
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:53, closed)
Fucking hell
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:53, closed)
that's adorable :D
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 11:53, closed)

nearly choked laughing... nice one
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 18:24, closed)
I don't think that makes your boss a tightwad - I think it makes him a massive cunt! Poor you - I really hope you got your own back on him in some way at least. What an absolute fucktard the guy sounds!
(, Thu 30 Oct 2008, 13:00, closed)

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