I heard she got what was coming to her
There are many things you could have called my ex-boss (words ending in itch wern't uncommon) she was one of the stingiest people you could hope never to meet, refused to spend any money on anything more than essential maintenance so as a result we worked in this decrepit old stone building with no proper heating or lighting and don't get me started on the plumbing (I was sure the water there was going to kill somebody some day).

I stuck it out because jobs wern't easy to come by in those parts (I think the main industries were farming and logging, and despite the ill advised sweet factory that set up nearby (which soon closed due to poor transport links) the area was rural with a capital R, we even had our own big cat sighting which no small area in the middle of nowhere is complete without these days, anyway back to my story).

I remember one day she came in, because she had been out on the pull the night before she came in completely hungover which made her even more crotchety than normal and covered head to toe in some sort of cheap fake tan, which she was evidently allergic to as it turned her skin the most unwholesome shade you can imagine.

Never the most stable at the best of times she seemed to think the world owed her something and that she had been robbed of some trinket or other which she bitterly took out on us, constantly ordering us around never a please or thank you in sight, frequently ordering us off site for pointless errands, oh fetch this and get that and dont come back without the other (the one time i did hear her compliment somebody she said it in such a weird way I was more than a little creeped out)

Things came to a head one day when some visitors from a rival company came by for a meeting she got so angry that they couldn't reach the compromise (for compromise read the deal that would be best for her personally) she actually started threatening them, till this one young lass picked up her glass of water and threw it in her face before storming out.

The noise she made! You'd think somebody was carefully torturing a cat with all the screaming and screeching going on up in the board room.

That was the day I decided enough was enough so I packed up my desk and left without bothering to hand in my notice or ask for a reference, I was sure I could get a job doing something, anything as long as it got me away from there.

I landed a job as an extra with a production company making low budget horror films where I was very happy for the next 6 years.
The world really is your oyster when you're a flying monkey.
(Banjax, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:04, 4 replies)

Tight arse
I know her. She's still the same. She's a smarmy cow now, pretending to be friends with all and sundry just to get something for nothing, like trips to the cinema, etc. Still wears that horrendous fake tan too.
( no longer a user, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 12:16, closed)

this
is absolutely fantastic.
(jennymnemonic, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 15:01, closed)

brilliant!
didn't see it coming right till the end. how it should be done. click for you
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Mon 22 Jun 2009, 15:56, closed)

I hope she's happy in the end
I hope she's happy, my friend.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Tue 23 Jun 2009, 22:39, closed)