During the long summers of university...I had a labouring job working for the maintenance department.
A fellow worker had to move a big pile of 10' scaffolding poles from across the road, in through a fire escape and up a flight of stairs.
Whenever he was across the road, we shut the fire escape, which meant he had to go right round the building, in the back door, up stairs and through the building to open the door.
We did this for a whole day.
The next day, he resigned with a letter beginning 'Bullying is rife in the workplace'.
After I stopped laughing, I felt really guilty.
Also -
The job workshop was in one of the union buildings at the bottom of a stairwell. Also at the bottom of this stairwell, just round the corner, were the toilets.
So we found one of the shiny metal toilet signs and stuck it on the workshop door.
Bless their faces when they charged in, legs practically crossed, only to find 8 blokes drinking tea and reading the Daily Star.
(A fellow worker had to move a big pile of 10' scaffolding poles from across the road, in through a fire escape and up a flight of stairs.
Whenever he was across the road, we shut the fire escape, which meant he had to go right round the building, in the back door, up stairs and through the building to open the door.
We did this for a whole day.
The next day, he resigned with a letter beginning 'Bullying is rife in the workplace'.
After I stopped laughing, I felt really guilty.
Also -
The job workshop was in one of the union buildings at the bottom of a stairwell. Also at the bottom of this stairwell, just round the corner, were the toilets.
So we found one of the shiny metal toilet signs and stuck it on the workshop door.
Bless their faces when they charged in, legs practically crossed, only to find 8 blokes drinking tea and reading the Daily Star.
UncleLewy,
Wed 22 Oct 2003, 18:32,
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