why that hypocrite wanker of a gaffer is splendidly named as such:
1. he gets easily pissed with us - his minions - who don't turn up for work punctually, ie: 09:00 hrs *sharp* BUT it's ok for him to step in at 10 past 9
2. he thinks it's not ethically wrong for an ex-cow-orker to make several short personal calls using the work phone
3. it's perfectly alright for him, his 23-year-old slapper-faced mistress and her cronies to return to the workplace more than an hour at lunch BUT not the rest of us
4. he never fails to blame other departments for causing a hell lot of problems for his during managerial meeting's
5. during one of such meetings, he made a mockery on his own department when it was suggested we help them due to their heavy workload
6. and then he launched into a giggling fit right there and then
7. upon my telling him that i was awarded a second class lower for my degree, the next thing i knew was he refused to communicate with me directly when need be
8. 'cos he admitted he doesn't even have an honours to his name
9. he regularly joins in his 23-year-old slapper-faced mistress and cronies' no-brainer cringeworthy conversations; like what they were up to during their secondary school days
10. upon seeing me and another colleague inside our cubefarms the minute he steps in, he pretends we are invisible but greets his right-hand man who sits behind us
11. when he returned from leave once, instead of scheduling a meeting with me to debrief him of happenings in his absence, he happily chatted with a young very fit bird of a cow-orker intermittently
12. he's got this habit of going on and on like a broken record when confronting me of "misdemeanours" i committed; like for taking matters in my own paws without consulting him
13. and many more which will take me a lifetime to rant
it's a mighty grave injustice to humankind to have pricks like him around. really.