I have no time for brown-noses or sycophants, and remember one occasion when I came out with the most suitable rebuke for the most obnoxious and assuming a**hole you could imagine.
Hubby and I hadn’t been dating long and I went to meet him from work.
It was a Saturday, and although we didn’t have plans to actually go anywhere, I was what I would term now as ‘tarted up’……….. that is to say smart jeans, heels and clean hair etc.
For some reason, the under-training-I-know-it-all -wannabe-boss got the idea that I was actually interested in buying the business.
Who was I to say otherwise, so I played along.
Hubby and his mate in the workshop were interested in how things would pan out and slowed down their activity to listen.
After his blurb on how things were doing and what a viable concern the business was, he asked what I would do to improve things.
I told him I’d introduce profit sharing and flexi-time to give the workers more incentive without higher penalties like paying more tax and get to know my workforce.
He nodded in all the right places and told me that he would be glad to help with weeding out the bad workers and, preening himself like some overstuffed peacock, providing good management.
With a perfectly straight face I looked him in the eye and said
‘ That’s not a problem. The first thing I’d do would be to get rid of you.’
Hubby and mate had to stifle their hysterical laughter but couldn’t see to work for a few minutes because of the tears. I renamed the guy Dickhead in a Tee shirt (the one he was wearing was totally unbefitting for his position) and it stuck, though obviously not to his face.