No salary increases for last few years and little chance of any going forward. Less people doing more work, allowances and expenses accounts slashed, having to justify every penny with approvals at the highest level. Ok I get all that, times are hard. But today has boiled my piss. I get up at three this morning to drive 250 miles to Newcastle for a meeting also attended by one of our great and good. So I rock up knackered and hungry to chair the meeting. Said director turns up late, had little or no input other than to recommend the hotel and restaurant he graced with his presence last night after a leisurely drive up yesterday afternoon. It gets better. On leaving I have to listen to the customers team being shown round my directors new 4x4 whilst he boasts about the electric seats that pop up in the back and the fact he can only get 17 mpg around town. Shall we go for lunch now. No I am fcuking going home was my reply. Is it just me ? Sent from Freedom's Hellberry
sounds a class act him!! what a tw*t! go for lunch - you can pay - then he can query the expenses later! lol my director rolled up recently in a chauffeur driven car - he couldnt drive as he was on his way to ascot and would be drinking all day....
Having piss arsed about for the last week trying to fill a newsletter to send out to my customers despite there being sod all going on anywhere at the moment and I refuse to use the words "London 2012" in any correspondence other than for illustrative purposes, I finally filled the last remaining gap on the page with an announcement of the birth of the bosses first grandchild as a shaggy dog type epithet. In the spirit of "If I have the last word in anything it proves that I'm more clever than the person I'm talking to". You know.....management speak. He insisted that I point out clearly that it is his grandaughter not his daughter, as he wouldn't like it to be misconstrued.... Okay, that would, of course, pre-suppose that A: Anybody that read it would give a toss. And B: that he could actually get a poke in a fire. But it did mean that he got me to change the project I've been working on at the last minute because he knows better, so he wins. I'm seriously thinking of using the same bit of space to make another announcement.
I ain't working for a while. No more bullshit. No more elf n safety bollocks, no more management jargon, no more feckin shiftwork.
Amen to that comrade. However, in your particular field of expertise I'd have been happier with a tad more respect for H&S, dude...
When your done with that Ken can you send me your politically correct wording. All I can come with is ' it is with apparently no regret to inform you to stick your job up your fat fcuking corporate do as I say not as I do arse's' In classic boys never grow up tradition I have been panning back down the A1 in sport mode, using kick down, heavy braking and acceleration as much as possible just to see how much fuel I can use up. Not answered my phone and enjoyed the radio 4 afternoon play and money box. Now going to treat myself to a service station over priced 'Large' costa coffee. That will learn em. Sent from Freedom's Hellberry
Hmmmm. a bit wordy. I'd use 2 of the words you have and one of them, I'd remove the continuous aspect of the present participle.
I'm hearing you all and concur, one word from his"Im brighter than you" free mason attitude and my day is wrecked. Yes you guessed one of those days? He has now employed his 28 year old son in a management role, now we have a mini me to deal with!
Quite some time ago me n a comrade were working in a bank down south. Halifax southern division HQ. Anyway, I short, we had to try trace a cable to cut into it but it was next to impossible. Rang the boss and told him we would have to abort until daylight hours when the offices were open, to gain further access. The consequences of cutting the wrong one would mean the main server going down, as the UPS was shagged. He wouldn't have any of it, ranted and swore at me and told me to 'guess', it would be ok. So I guessed, and ya know my luck.........yep, the server went down. The consequences of which were that most people in the south who got paid by BACS, er, didnt. Bank holiday too. So the boss knows best.
i would never have put a decision of that magnitude down to your luck blaggs! I actually admire your boss - he has balls of steel.....
Thats exactly why I work for myself. Some bosses can rub even your best clients up the wrong way. One lesson I learn't and that is Never show your toys to your prospective customer.It can bite you in the arse.A mate showed off his new m3 to his clients and lost the contract to a smaller firm because he pissed off a few people gloating about what he has etc.He was gutted.He has the contract back after 2 years.No more turning up in flash cars the van or missus car will do.
