The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Abso-bloody-lutely. No man should be expected to drive a Micra, let alone a lofty Merc driver.
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No way. What a twat. Can we go and kick his head in?
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Who cares? I mean, really JDK, why do you keep inflicting this mindless crap on us. I can't even be bothered to read you post let alone vote in your stupid poll. Go away.
Now, this might be a totally unjustified rant, so please just let me know If I should just shut up.
My boss didn't come into work yesterday. The reason that he didn't come into work can be boiled down to a very simple reason: He didn't want to drive a Nissan Micra.
The story goes something like this: The Boss was driving along in his shiny, shiny Merc when he was rearended by a bus. Nothing too serious - in fact the only damage was cosmetic. So about a week later, a man from the garage was due to pick up his car to have bent bits straightened and broken bits mended. In exchange for his slighly mangled Merc, he was to receive a courtesy car for a couple of days.
The problem with this arrangement was that when the courtesy car arrived... it was a Nissan Micra.
"I'm not driving a Nissan Micra," said the Boss. "I'm sorry sir, that's all we've got," said the Man From The Garage. "Well I'm not driving it," said the Boss. "Take it away!"
And they did. Which left the Boss with no courtesy car with which to drive to work. So what all this boils down to is that my Boss is too much of a Mecedes snob to drive a little japanese car for day.
The question I put to you, the jury, for your consideration is this: Was he right to skive on this basis?
I maybe biased because I know of your boss and know he is a TW*T but even so - driving a normal car for just a couple of days shouldnt be the end of the world for him - but he is a dick - a prize one so what do you expect?
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I'll take arrogance and the inevitable hubris over self-doubt and lack of confidence.
"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face" - Mike Tyson
that has to be the most up yourself piece of crap I've ever heard - how is it that complete wan*ers get put into jobs that give this merc's in the first place there must be a scientific equasion that factors the bigger the arseh*le the higher up the management chain they go.
I have a theory that you should never be "too good" at something - just good enough to get by so that if there is a step up the carrer ladder to be had and the choice is between someone who knows their stuff is a hard worker and is technical and a buzz word weilding snake oil salesman with an ego the size of a bus the latter will always get the job because the former is to valuable to be replaced. So if you are never to good you may have a chance Em or something like that.
-- Edited by HaloBurn at 14:16, 2007-02-02
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I aint no wide eyed rebel, but I aint no preachers son.
HaloBurn wrote: there must be a scientific equasion that factors the bigger the arseh*le the higher up the management chain they go.
What I like about this bit of your post is the inferences I can make about Stead, who is at the same level in the managment chain (albeit in a different area) as my boss. Stead doesn't have a Merc though - he has a Ford. It's quite shiny, though.
Indeed. He actually lives very close to my house (on which I complete on monday, by the way after which I'm officially homeless again) which is 10 minutes walk from the train station. There is a train which goes straight to the station that is 10 minutes walk from the office. So there is a distinct lack of excuses there, I think.
HaloBurn wrote: there must be a scientific equasion that factors the bigger the arseh*le the higher up the management chain they go.
What I like about this bit of your post is the inferences I can make about Stead, who is at the same level in the managment chain (albeit in a different area) as my boss. Stead doesn't have a Merc though - he has a Ford. It's quite shiny, though.
Yeah, I though it best to keep me mouth shut on this one
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I'll take arrogance and the inevitable hubris over self-doubt and lack of confidence.
"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face" - Mike Tyson
I was, to say the least, completely speechless when D told me this on the tea run this morning. In fact I think I might even have gawped dumbfoundedly.
was he 'working from home'? or did he just take time off?
either ways its pretty shocking - all cars have their good points - to return the Micra (which by all accounts are very good cars) without even driving it is unreasonable
We have two cars - a subaru impreza and a peugeot 306 - both genuinely enjoyable cars to drive in their own special ways, despite being very different cars.
I reckon he was scared that he'd see what a money pit the merc really was ;)
I suspect he 'worked from home'. Although I happen to know that he was due in 2 afternoon meetings that he just blew off. So he's still a twat.
I just couldn't work from home. It'd be way too dangerous. I'd look at my work and make a cup of tea. I'd even do the hoovering and housework. I'd play on the gamecube (or wii if I can swing one), surf the net for a while and then, at about 4pm, switch the laptop off. It'd be grand.
