...like a bunch of farts lost in a sandstorm...
In my first real job after graduation, I worked with four blokes who studied with me. We were all young and eager. It was company policy to not pay overtime, because (according to the boss) it is your fault if you can't finish your work in normal hours. Yeah, right! This let to us being abused to no end - constant overtime, travel without compensation, working every weekend for six months straight, while being payed as little as was legally possible.

So one fateful day after we all left 15 minutes early, as we were car pooling, because one of the guys had to go do something and the boss was out, on our way out we ran into said Dickhead who proceeded to crap on us from an almighty height infront of everybody while we stood ther and looked like a bunch of farts lost in a sandstorm.

Anyway, we proceeded to get our revenge on him by basically doing nothing for about a year until we all left. I stole my own bodyweight in office stationary - we had a competition going on, but I lost to a guy who in one go took a whole car boot load of stationary. Anything that was not stealable we broke or fucked up seriously. When we went away on business trips we use to ring up restaurants bills and not pay - he actually nearly got arrested once when the restaurant found out from what company we were and he went there. He had to pay our bill or go to jail. We destroyed rental cars, hotel rooms the lis goes on.

Anyway, for some reason the company went bankrupt and was in some serious debt. Good times.

Oh, the folly of youth...
(MotaBoy, Fri 21 Sep 2007, 10:01, Reply)