Fast Food

When I was 16 I had a job at a fast food place. It was hard work for
little pay. We had to go outside to take orders, memorize them, go
make the food and then ring them up. We rarely even got tipped. My boss was in
his mid 30′s and most of the girls that worked there were a little
older than me and quite trashy. Apparently he messed around with them and
they were all cool with that. He always made sick comments and
suggestions but I needed the job so I ignored it and worked my ass
off. All of the guys commented on what an awesome worker I was and they
were super surprised when I had to come get my last check. My perv
boss was mad because I would not do stuff with him like the other
girls. His reason for letting me go “Your’e just not cut out for fast
food.”

Is that supposed to be a bad thing?

Preggers

I fucking hate my creepy boss. He has a pregnant lady fetish. It’s so
disgusting. One of my co-workers was unaware of the boss’s fetish, not
because the boss tries to hide it but because my co-worker is a bit
dense. My co-worker, we’ll call him Walter, was expecting his first
baby with his wife. The first time his wife came into the office to
see him, the boss was immediately all attentive to her, rubbing her
belly and asking her all of these pregnancy questions. Walter still
thinks the boss is just being nice, but he apparently hasn’t noticed
the tent pole in the boss’s pants every time he asks about her. Now
that she’s close to her due date, the boss asks Walter after every
doctor’s appointment all of these intimately personal questions. “Is
she dialated yet? Has she lost her mucus plug? Is her cervix ripening?
Any sign of the bloody show? Is she leaking much colostrum?” Fuck,
it’s so gross!

Thanks, Canada

Just after college I was working as a technician in an ATF field
office in Minnesota. My supervisor was the most immature ass known to
man. He had handmade signs displaying his incredible wit hung in his
office – “Bomb Techs Bang Harder” being one example. He would slap my
ass and say stuff like “Hey Slappy!” “How they hanging, Alice?” and
other ridiculous shit. Yes, I’m a guy and this shit made me want to
punch him in the mouth. In an unguarded moment at the bar with some
colleagues I made my opinion known. The following Monday I was given
new orders to do my annual international training in…not Rome or
Paris or London, but Sudbury, Ontario. Yep, my boss heard about what I
said and sent me to the backwoods of Canada for 2 weeks.
Turns out this place was awesome. My boss did me a favor by
introducing me to these canucks. These guys (and woman) hunted and
fished everyday after work and drank like Russians. They knew of my
supervisor by reputation and nobody had a high opinion of him. So they
gave me an idea.

When I returned I took pictures of his office and the stupid signs and
sent them (anonymously) to our headquarters in D.C. and this knob got
reassigned to Houston Texas.

Moden Warfare

I have a special boss. He just graduated college this year and he’s an
all right guy, but most of the time he is just plain lazy. He sits in his
office and plays MW3 on his Xbox all day.

You need anything done, you do it yourself. Supervisor approval for
anything? He tells you to ask someone else, because he is busy. One day
we had a surprise fire drill at work set up by corporate. Everybody
made it outside and corporate took a head count. My boss was missing.
When the alarm was going off, he shut his door and put on headphones. I
went in to get him and the VP followed me in. We saw E playing MW3 on
his Xbox. The VP was upset, walked inside, ripped the controller out of
his hands, and started yelling at him. E had his headphones on and
just stared at him until the VP ripped the headphones off his head and
started all over again. E jumped and stuck his finger into the VP’s chest and
demanded to know what right he had in telling him was to do, then he
said “I quit!” He proceeded to pack up his Xbox and leave.

He called me today to see if I knew the VP and could get him a letter
of recommendation for him from the VP.