I used to work in the kitchen of a rather up-market Indian restaurant in Wakefield.
My gaffer was a top bloke, but the front-of-house manager was a silly little bitch who had recently finished university and looked down her nose at everyone - even though she was possibly the least skilled person working there. The notion of "last orders" seemed quite alien to her, as she'd frequently let people in for over an hour past the official closedown time. A number of the kitchen staff quit because of this (we were often working 16-hour days, especially at weekends.) Plus, when the kitchen manager wasn't in, she'd act as if she was in charge of the kitchen and boss us around as if we, trained and fully-qualified professionals, were no better than the waiters (who were mainly kids after a bit of extra pocket money.) It was a mystery as to how exactly she'd got herself hired, as she was completely incapable of doing her job properly and nobody liked her.

In the end, she got sacked - not for her attitude problem and general incompetence, but for fiddling the books and using some of the restaurant's funds to finance a luxury holiday.
(WANKERTRON you say "prick", I say "wanker", Thu 18 Jun 2009, 15:16, 2 replies)

I'm scratching my head here
And all I can think is that you really mean "close to Wakefield".
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 16:05, closed)

In Sandal.
Which is fairly close to the city.
(WANKERTRON you say "prick", I say "wanker", Thu 18 Jun 2009, 23:11, closed)