*Spit*? Pfft! Amateurs...
I would just like to take the opportunity to inform my former manager, Mr. Stephen Borrett, that every cup of tea I ever made him -- for two long, gruelling, painful years -- was 50% hot water and 50% my own stinking urine. And I had to work hard to stifle a gut-busting laugh every time you told me how delicious it was.

And *that*, my friend, is what you get for ordering a colleague of several years seniority, whom you outrank only on a technicality, to make you tea in a manner more befitting the retarded work experience lad (who, it must be noted, shat himself on duty).
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 20:22, 4 replies)

why
did you not just say no?
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 2:59, closed)

Ah, well...
Saying no would usually result in a hissy-fit, the phrase "I am your MANAGER!" bellowed at a thousand decibels and a hundred worse, more menial jobs being issued to me in pennance.

Plus I was eighteen and had zero self confidence at the time (which was a good ten years ago now, before minimum wage came in, even. Standing up to him was difficult to me... poisoning him with my own bodily fluids seemed an easier option at the time. And to be fair, it *is* a satisfying feeling to watch someone who treats you like dirt gleefully supping upon your golden trickle.

I do not do things like this now. Often.
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 13:11, closed)

DJ Bobo?
This guy?

Looking at the wish list- I understand.

Still, your ability to piss in every cup is impressive, if somewhat horrible.

In the "not even to my enemy" kind of way.
( Thinker, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 10:29, closed)

Shat himself on duty?
I don't think you should call Pooflake retarded.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 13:15, closed)