My Boss Is A Tosser

CONFESSIONS

Confessions
Fat Cat
FLash Stuff
Give 'em hell
Great Bosses
Jokes
Moan Zone
Mondays
Other Stuff
Posters
Quiz
Resigning?
Videos
Wallpaper
Working With
Assholes

My Boss Is A Tosser Because....
Name: Nick
Job: Training Officer
Comments: No People skills. Bully but doesnt realise it, thats just the way the company leads from the top. Sets high standards, but drops morals to acheive NVQ's. Total Tosser.

michelle
Occupation: bank clerk, England
One of many of the management who were a pain in the arse was a girl sales manager(krusty i call her)an absolute jobsworth with no life experience whatsoever, her way was always the best and there was no reasoning and SUCH a condescending manner.
One day when we arrived at wk there was a large work van parked in the carpark, i knew it belonged to a local psycho, unfortunately my boss wasn't local, although 1 of the guys i wked with was.
So my boss parked her expensive saloon car blocking this guy in, I stopped outside to advise my colleague that he'd need to park elsewhere. As we were discussing this the guy who owned the van came out. He assumed the car was mine and started to shout and swear at me "if you don't F#*@ing move it i'll ram it! So seizing the opportunity i shouted back in a most anal manner "Yo have no right to park there it's private property and i shall call the police!" There is absolutely nothing more like a red rag to a bull than this to this local loon and myself and my colleague strolled into the bank, neglecting to advise anyone what was occurring outside.
Needless to say my boss found her car severely mashed later in the day, of course i offered my commiserations and pondered how useful it would've been if anyone had thought to get his licence plate! Yuk Yuk Yuk!

RAK
Occupation: used to be a cashier and involunary waitress
The worst thing is that she was the best boss I ever had. She took no pleasure in her attempts to starve me to death and extract as much work out of me without actually paying me a living wage. She never snuck up behind me and screamed my name or went into a 5+ minute fit of berating me (usually followed by the realization that she was wrong and complete silence and retreat). No if I did something wrong (or she thought I was doing something wrong), she'd just "correct" me with minimal berating and absolutely no namecalling. Her drawback was that she didn't want to pay me a living wage, but wanted me to work myself into the ground, cleaning up the tables and all the gofer work, while she sneaked cigarretes and gossiped with the customers. For a while I survived, but my clothes started going to rags and I got really tired of eating leftover donuts, chocolate bars and pop on my off days, unable to buy food at my wages. I tried to ask for an increase in pay, so I could afford to buy food, clothes, see a doctor, etc., which resulted in the only tantrum I'd ever seen her do. She refused to talk about it afterward. Her husband, the owner of the restaurant laughed about it for the rest of the day. So I started stealing tips from her, not much, just enough to buy food. It was very difficult becuase I'm just not a thief, even when my life depends on it. But karma caught up with her a month later. She stayed home sick with what eventually turned out to be lung cancer, caused by her smoking. The timing on it was perhaps the scariest thing that has ever happened to me in my life. By this time, the borderline malnutrition was giving me what I'd call occasional hallucinations. Fortunately, this was not the first time I'd been under extreme stress and started showing the strain, so I didn't panic, until the morning I heard a voice say that she was dead. I ignored it as just another hallucination until I saw the boss on the phone and realized that it was the hospital. And the look on his face showed that it was bad news. She wasn't dead yet. But it was her final coma. Within 24 hours she was dead. I continued working for, maybe, 6 months and saved the tips that the waitress would gotten. Then I left at the first opportunity. My boss tried to talk me into staying, but I'd decided that I would leave the year before when he refused me a living wage. The last I'd heard the restaurant was really going downhill. If he has any sense, he will sell that white elephant and cut his losses. But at the time I last saw him, he was going to pieces, his Parkensons was really acting up and he was not really all there. In a way the tobacco industry has save my life by addicting my supervisor ane eventually killing her.Meanwhile, I don't smoke and I've managed to save a nice nestegg in other work.