Ciggy paranoia
On Tuesday, my Director of Operations popped by - to check the pub - and found a few cigarette butts outside the pub. I admit I probably should have swept them up, but hey! I was fucking busy doing all the paperwork and orders my manager should have done the day before!
What followed was several phone calls and emails from Lee and Ash and Head Office about how the pub was in a very poor state and a fucking mess and how "it generally lacked its sparkle". I was upset, but over it the same day.
Now I come to work, check the emails, just to find another half dozen messages concerning that day!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, it takes those cunts fucking three years to send us someone for a repaint that the pub desperately needs (Which they didn't even do properly. The just touched up on the bloody toilet door!), they are too stupid to hire a cleaner who actually knows how to use a mop and they pop up 15 minutes before we were even open upstairs to complain that the balcony is not in a spotless condition! God, I even had to take blame for a cushion that the wind blew off the bench!!! Should have probably glued it to the fucking wood. And all this wankerism comes from a man who, last time he was here, cleared out a nest of baby pidgeons AND FLUSHED THEM DOWN THE TOILET ALIVE!!! What the fuck does he know about standards?!?
What followed was several phone calls and emails from Lee and Ash and Head Office about how the pub was in a very poor state and a fucking mess and how "it generally lacked its sparkle". I was upset, but over it the same day.
Now I come to work, check the emails, just to find another half dozen messages concerning that day!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, it takes those cunts fucking three years to send us someone for a repaint that the pub desperately needs (Which they didn't even do properly. The just touched up on the bloody toilet door!), they are too stupid to hire a cleaner who actually knows how to use a mop and they pop up 15 minutes before we were even open upstairs to complain that the balcony is not in a spotless condition! God, I even had to take blame for a cushion that the wind blew off the bench!!! Should have probably glued it to the fucking wood. And all this wankerism comes from a man who, last time he was here, cleared out a nest of baby pidgeons AND FLUSHED THEM DOWN THE TOILET ALIVE!!! What the fuck does he know about standards?!?