Thats my boss

Mother Bear

admin — Thu, 17 May 2012 13:06:15 +0000

I don’t get mad, I get even. I’m like a mother bear. You fuck with my
kids, I will fuck you up. My boss has twin boys the same age as my
daughter. The kids usually come to the store. They are too young to be
home alone, and the job allows parental multitasking. It’s not brain
surgery, I can watch my kid while tending to the customers. His boys
can be bullies. One day they were playing in the back room of the
building and my daughter started screaming. I ran back and the boss
was watching and laughing as his boys held my daughter down and took
turns farting on her face. I was incensed. They stopped as soon as
they saw the anger in my face. My boss chuckled and said, “Boys will
be boys.” Knowing the boys would be back the next day, I made them a
“special” batch of brownies. Pot and ExLax. When they came to the
store the next day, I made them eat every last brownie. The boss spent
the entire night up with them, cleaning up their shit and feeding them
bag after bag of Doritos. He said he didn’t know what got into them.
Boys will be boys! Ha!

What To Do?

admin — Wed, 16 May 2012 14:07:03 +0000

My manager is constantly borrowing money off me. We are at $360 over 3
years and has never paid me one penny back. He has it but has never
offered. He treats me without any respect and makes my life hell until
he needs money and then he is nice for a few months. I have no idea
what to do. I love everything else about my job but I do not know if I
can afford the luxury of working for this guy any more.

Smokin’ In The Boy’s Room

admin — Tue, 15 May 2012 13:15:34 +0000

I had a boss in 1990 that would smoke his horrible, smelly cigars in
his office with the door closed. I never really knew it until I had to
personally deliver a memo to his door. I knocked, but he was at lunch,
so I put it on his desk, and the smell made me cover my face.

I also worked at an office building where they had these tiny
kitchenettes which had a door, of course, and the workers could smoke
inside there. I mean you could hardly turn around in them, when it got
crowded with smokers. And I couldn’t complain as I was a temporary
employee.

Oh man, I wish I’d been the boss at these places. I would have changed
things around. But all of that is hopefully gone now. And the smokers
have to go outside no matter what the weather is. My bosses were okay,
it was just the smoking going on.

Pizza Pizza

admin — Mon, 14 May 2012 13:26:11 +0000

After I got out of the Army, I did some odd jobs while waiting for a
real one to present itself. I ended up working for cash (under the
table) at a local pizza joint. My boss never gave anything away for
free if he could help it… but he was “fair” in his own way.

When a delivery customer called in and said the pizza was cold, the
boss apologized and said he would have another one at their front door
in 10 minutes, but have someone at the door to exchange the cold
pizza for the fresh one. The customer responded with “What
do you want with the old pizza?” The boss went on to explain, “If
you bought a sweater at K-Mart and it didn’t fit, would they give you
another and let you keep the old one? Nope! Neither do I!” Then, he
would go through the motions. Send a guy out, collect the old
pizza, and throw it away. If they answered the door and didn’t have
at least 90% of the pizza, the delivery guy would refuse to give them
the new one, bring it back, and we would all eat!

This REALLY cut down on the scammers! My favorite complaint came when
somebody said their pizza arrived un-cut. The boss apologized and said
he would send the delivery guy right back! True to his word… he did
send him back… not with a pizza, but a pizza cutter!