This is the website of Neil McDougall, a musician/blogger/podcaster/bookie from Ayrshire.

My boss is a twat.

Okay, here’s the situation. I get out the house at 7:20 AM to get the train at 7:40. To cut a long and unpleasant part of the story short, a train doesn’t show up unil about an hour later than it should (at about 8:40-8:45AM), due to a cock-up with the signals in Kilmarnock, some 15 miles down the road. Now, seeing as I start at 8:30 AM, this means that I’m going to be an hour late, all told. So I finally get into the NSB building at about 9:30 and I tell Brian, the team leader that I was sorry I was late, what the situation was and that, obviously, it was due to circumstances beyond my control.

“You could have done something about it,” says he.

Excuse me, thinks I, but what the fuck are you on, you fucking retarded jobsworth? I reiterate the ‘circumstances beyond my control’ part again, hoping that it’ll register this time.

“That’s not good enough,” he continues. “You could have made it in, I come in from Irvine, so that’s no excuse. You’d better watch yourself.”

All right, fucko, thinks I, Point 1: YOU FUCKING DRIVE TO WORK, DICKFACE. Point 2: Under the circumstances where you do get the train, IRVINE IS ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TRAIN LINE, YOU MORONIC LITTLE TWATBASKET CUNTSNOT!

Jesus H. Christ, where do they get these people? I’ll be damned if I’m going to have my employment threatened by some too-big-for-his-boots team leader and the ineptitude of Network Rail.

This entry was written by NeiloMac, posted on January 19, 2004 at 8:08 pm, filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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