Gayle wrote:OK - here's your chance: Lash out! What did you call him/her? What's the worst thing he/she did to you? Is there a Most Stupid Moment you can credit to him/her? Let's hear it!
So... let's hear yours!
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OK, I'll keep it as short and sweet as I can. No worst moment from him. Because he is one. Just this story about what I did
His name was Howard. He was about 6'2 tall. And about 5'5 wide. I kid you not. Obese is the only way to call it. I don't make fun of people who are overweight. But really I was shocked to see he had to turn sideways to fit through doorways. Could not walk up the stairs and so on. An unkempt man who did not even own a pair of slip on shoes so always wore ones with shoelaces taken out. Due to his size I am sure you can understand why.
Anyways, his personaility is not related to his girth. He was just an awful boss. I was in HIV and AIDS care back in the early 90's. I cared about my work. All I can say is he saw Â£Â£Â£ or $$$ were there to be made. He was despised.
I can't give you examples. I can only say the sight of a man, his size, seen riding around town on a moped while wearing a full length flowing white kaftan and a red helmet
did it for me. That and his slimy comments and looks at myself and other staff. And a long long list of events.
So of course one day I nearly ran him over
Let me set the scene
I cannot explain it, but the man had cut corners one time too many at work one day. I had been seething and had had strong words with him about matters. My shift ended and I went home. Later that day I happend to be driving along a road in my town. Downhill. In my little trusty little car named Trevor. Le Car. Like this one below. Small and tin can like. But I loved it.
Anyway, who should I see step out at the bottom of the hill from between some cars but Howard. In all his wobbling glory, he did not even bother looking for traffic, but stepped out into the road and slowly (for he never seemed able to move faster than slow) he started to cross the road. Into the path of myself and trusty Trevor
In that split second for some reason, I chose to put my foot hard on the gas. To the floor. Which, lets face it in that car, with that engine was not much
Still, trusty Trev roared (read spluttered) and lept forward down the hill. Full charge. And there was Howard. Still wobbling onwards. I then hit the horn (about the one thing that made a decent noise on trusty Trev) and scared the living crap out of him as he saw me, possessed in my lil Le Car steaming toward him. The look on his face was *priceless* I mean priceless. I kept my hand on the horn and continued, and he then actually leapt forward and RAN onward over the middle line and to the other side of the road. Out of Trev's way. And mine. But he was in no doubt as to who had been in the car and hooting the horn. And I, I was simply warning a stupid pedestrian I was on the road by hitting my horn. Had he bothered to look to his right *before* stepping out he would of seen the car and stayed put.
He never mentioned that day. Ever.
But I think he got the hint
Needless to say I was sacked about a month later for something completly unrelated
Not that I cared about being sacked, but I was deeply saddened as he was taking away someone who really cared about her job and the people entrusted into her care.
I did however manage to break one pane of glass in his front door, and ensured everyone heard exactly what I had to say regarding his sacking me. I think my parting words, after he told me to not set foot on the premises again were something along the lines of "Don't worry, I won't be back while you are the owner, but I'll be sure to come back here drinking champagne when you go bust you pathetic little crap of a man" Turned, walked out, slammed door so hard the glass in it broke. I was applauded on my way out by staff.
He went bankrupt a few months later and we threw a party to celebrate.
Ummm so yeah, I guess 'Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry' applies