The calm before the storm
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned before, but I work in a Social club, it’s more or less a Working Men’s club, y’know, one of those types of places. My bosses (married couple) are the Steward and Stewardess of the club, they are not in charge however - it is run by a committee.
My bosses have gone on holiday, they are back in the UK now though, (they rung me today to ask if the club has been run down into the ground during the time they were away). They went for two weeks and have had two members of the committee run it for the past two weeks.
Before they had even left, I had been told rumours that the committee aren’t best pleased with them, no reasons why, the gossipers didn’t have anything to back up their claims when I quizzed them. So anyway, the committee members were in charge. The first day, one of them came up to me, more or less shaking with rage:
“How long have these small Orange Juices been in the fridge?!”
“Uh, I dunno”
“Check the date!”
“….Says December 09”
“Exactly! Jesus Christ, Margaret and Mick haven’t checked the stock in fucking ages! Useless!”
That small Orange juice was roughly 17 days ‘off’, no one would have cared. That was the start of it all.
Basically they dug and dug and dug for anything that resembled ‘dirt’ on my two bosses, who are probably the loveliest bosses anyone could ever ask for, I tried my best to censor whatever I said, because I knew that if it came to it, he would drop me into it without hesitation, which started to really get to him. My co-workers (who also hated him) came up and told me that they overheard him numerous times bitching about me, saying
*quote*
“I swear, I feel like fucking smacking him, why is he protecting them?!”
He is trying to get my bosses sacked for no reason, he has some sort of beef with them that no one seems to be aware of except me and my co-workers. We think he’s doing it just because he wants to run the bar, and believe me, he can’t run it for shit. I had to pick up the pieces after him, fix things he did HIS way, which was the WRONG way. He can’t even pull pints right for fucks sake! Come on, that’s like the rudimentary requirements for someone in charge of a bar!
As the two weeks passed, more and more digging, more and more lying, more and more bitching occurred.
And tonight (Sunday night), as I finished off my shift, we shook hands, both gritting our teeth, saying the likes of “It’s been a pleasure” and as I said “I’ll see you soon then.” hoping this was the last time we saw each other. He sniggered and said “Yeah, it’ll probably be sooner than you think!”
Basically, we all think that he is going to try his utmost to get my bosses sacked, he’s a scumbag, goodnight. x.
