I can be a bastard
A couple of months ago, I was put at risk of redundancy at work. Nothing to do with my performance I found out later, just the Directors wanting to play silly buggers and give everyone a kick up the arse. Just before Xmas with a young family, it went down as well as a shit sandwich at a buffet.

I wondered for a while how I could get my own back and then the opportunity presented itself.

We were running low on bog roll in the Gents. What little we did have left, I hid in a drawer, telling my mates there to use it if they needed to. I left 2 tiny sheets in the dispenser, so at first glance, you would be none the wiser until the deed was done.

I couldn't have written what happened next. The director in question comes into my room bemoaning the fact that there is no bog roll left. He didn't realise until after the event when he found 2 tiny single-ply tissues (which apparantly ripped when he tried to wipe.

He gave us the story of what had happened. After finding no bog roll in sight (and certainly hadnt finished his wiping), he was forced to fasten his keks and do the awkward walk to find something suitable. All he could find was A4 printer paper so had to make do with that which made his ring-piece sore and then bleed due to a paper cut.

I had a smile on my face all day and am still giggling about it now.

Cheers
(brocky, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 22:14, 3 replies)

Class...
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( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 29 Jan 2008, 23:29, closed)

Brilliant
*clicks* That man deserved it.
(calamarain just invented dehydrated water, Wed 30 Jan 2008, 10:28, closed)

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Fanfuckingtastic!
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Wed 30 Jan 2008, 13:06, closed)