» Bastard Colleagues

No idea
I used to work for a food distribution centre in North Staffordshire. Amongst the many ladies who worked there was a particular gobby sort who had been there for about a week. She was actually not a bad person, and quite reasonable to talk to sometimes but she generally had a very annoying voice and in your face manner.

Customers used to ring up, put their order in and then that was that. This particular young lady had a habit of chatting to the customers for ages on end, especially about what she was doing at the weekend, enquiring about their social lives etc etc which didnt go down too well with the other ladies who worked much harder.

One day she interrupted a customer by telling them that she was sorry but she had to go as she was desperate for a shit. Hmmmm. Needless to say management werent happy, and she didnt last long after that. Last I heard she was joining the Army, the iittle rascal.
(Fri 25th Jan 2008, 14:14, More)

» Banks

Bank bastards
When I was a student I opened an account with a well known high street bank. They gave me an overdraft of £600 which came in very handy and generally things were ok. I left uni, and about six months after I was on the dole and I get a letter from the bank saying that I was overdrawn by about £400 and i should it pay immediately.

Thats strange, I thought, because when I created the account the bank said that the overdraft would continue after I left full time education. I rang them, told them this but they refused to believe me and because I couldnt find the letter proving that the overdraft was authorised they said they would take me to court. You might have thought that they would have a record of this, but oh no. After muchos persuading they agreed to take £5 a week out of my £43 dole which was nice of them, and although it left me completely strapped it was a relief to finally get them off my back.

So, after about 3 months I find the letter authorising the overdraft, go into the bank absolutely fuming at the shit they had given me. The cold faced bitch behind the counter checked the letter, sent a copy to somewhere out there in bank land and then said ok, we'll forget about the £5 arrangement. No apology, nothing. The ironic thing is that now im earning a fair whack in IT, they keep sending me applications for loans and credit cards and they're as nice as pie to me. You can f**k right off, the bank that sounds like Boyds
(Mon 20th Jul 2009, 15:40, More)

» DIY disasters

Bloody old houses and bloody old ladies
Myself and Mrs Judge bought our first house about 4 years ago, an old Victorian terraced house. In the last four years we've had to -

1. Remove a huge wall next to our stairs (and which also made up the back bedroom wall) because the wall consisted of a ton of bricks with a base of wood. Which was pulling the stairs down on one side because of course a wood base isnt strong enough to hold up a ton of bricks if built incorrectly. Why they didnt put bricks all the way to the floor is beyond me :)

2. Remove and replace the stairs because the dodgy wall had knackered them.

3. Replace all the plaster because it had blown. In every room.

4. The stupid bitch who lived there for 20 years before us had put an extension on the kitchen but this extension prevents access to the drainage on either side of the roof, and the stupid twats who put it in didnt care that those drains might get blocked and overflow. Which causes the roof to leak when it pisses down. The only way to repair this is to replace the entire kitchen roof which im not going to do. Incompetent wankers.

5. Said stupid old bitch had had damp proof done 10 years before but lost the paperwork so we knocked a grand off the price to cover the work which she complained about, and it was her fault

Tip to peeps buying old houses - check everything, plaster, woodwork, dampproofing, flooring, wiring, and I mean everything. It will save you grief in the long run.
(Fri 4th Apr 2008, 10:12, More)

» Bastard Colleagues

Bastard
Worst managers I have ever had -

The complete bastard who made me stand outside raising and lowering a small bridge on a canal to let barges into a marina for an entire day, once a week. (I worked for a canal barge company in Stoke for a Sat job and desperately needed the money). He took over the depot and took an instant unfair dislike to me, along with his fuckwit no 2 who was also a complete cock. I hope you both die lonely and bitter, you pair of sad twats.

The bitch I worked for at a financial company in Southampton. She gave me a project to do on my first day, refused to help or support me (what she got paid for), had zero sense of humour and constantly told me that she didnt have to give me any notice if she wanted to get rid of me. I used to get depressed on a Friday because I had to go back on Monday. I got my own back by getting another job and not turning up one day and getting a mate to leave a resignation letter on my desk. She got made redundant not that long afterwards, and yes she did deserve it because she was fucking useless.

The shortarsed cow I worked for at a college of higher education, who extended my probation period because I didnt put a poster up in a certain building and because I got a couple of reports in a day late due to the fact I was run off my feet. She had no clue how to manage people, was an absolute marvel at getting peoples backs up and didnt have the first idea about IT (her job). Typically enough she managed to get a very cushy job at the local council. Her nickname was the Poison Dwarf.

However there ARE some great people (and managers) out there...Mr Ashford, if you read this entry you'll know who I am and I salute you :)
(Fri 25th Jan 2008, 14:29, More)