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This is a question Bastard Colleagues

You've all known one. The brown-nosing fucker, the 'comedian', the drunk, the gossip and of course the weird one with no mates who goes bell ringing, looks like Mr Majika and sports a monk's haircut (and is a woman).

Tell us about yours...

Thanks to Deskbound for the idea

(, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 9:09)
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Not my story . . .
But it does involve me, in a small way.

My mum used to work for a very small estate agents in the 'posh' area near where we leave. It was a very small office with just Mother, the two bosses who owned it and an 'proper' estate agent. One day, Woman Boss decided to 'expand the company' after going to some ridiculous course for two days and sets about hiring another estate agent. Applications flooded through the door and two were picked for interview. The first guy was charming, intelligent and funny, he would have fitted in well. The second guy turned up late, sweaty and dishelleved without an apology. He marched in, helped himself to a seat behind a colleagues desk and ordered a cup of coffee. The second guy was hired.

He was a nightmare. Thought he was a bit of a wideboy, always out in 'his motar' or 'on tha blowar'. He put fake viewings in the book and would disappear for hours on end 'with clients' but would come back with different hair. My mum drove past his house once whilst he was 'on a viewing' and saw him, cleaning out his house. My mum was constantly having to pick up his slack and was getting really pissed off with it.

One day, a letter comes through the door whilst Wideboy was out, and as Mother Dearest was on post, she opened it. It was a Bailiffs letter for Wideboy. He had done a runner from his last place up country, leaving many debts and they had tracked him down. So my mum typed up Wideboy's name and new address and sent it back to the bailiffs. And here's where I come in.

I had been doing a little bit of modelling, doing pageants to try and get a lucrative contract. A quick word with the boss, and he had agreed to let my mum use her office computer to upload and print several photos of me, for her personal use. One of the rounds in a pageant is Clubwear, meaning dress like a ho. So my photos were duly uploaded to her comp, and left there. The female Boss returns from a viewing, and only Wideboy was in the office, acting sneaky and jumpy. When female Boss walked in, there was my pictures, on his computer screen.

He got fired. Asshole.
(, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 13:33, Reply)

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