M & S
I did some obligatory student Christmas temping a while ago at the inimitable Marks & Spencer. One of the section managers was a mini-Hitler, she even had the tache. From 7 in the morning til whatever time she went on her high-horse home the woman carried a clipboard around like it was necessary, interrupted my often nice conversations with customers at the till with a less than subtle "mention the &more card!" and my entire time spent slogging my arse off there she called me "E Kane." I dared mention to her I actually preferred being called Emma and got a lecture about respecting authority. On my last day she happened to be showing pictures of her baby daughter to anyone who'd look and took the opportunity to tell her that her sprog looked a bit like the 'oi Churchill' dog. It felt good.
( Fictional Emma, Thu 12 May 2005, 19:07, Reply)