On The Highway To Kim Jong Elle (#HorribleBosses)

The majority of people who work non-office jobs never really comprehend the immensity of the fuckery that goes on behind glass doors and polished Microsoft smiles.

I wrote this a while back to detail my short tenure in one of the worst workplaces my derrière has had the misfortune of parking itself at.  The below is 100% accurate and I still have PTSD from it (Post Traumatic Sambucca Disorder).

Revelations, Book 3, Chapter of the Motley Crüe, Book of Lemmy.

Day 1 of New Job

8.30am. Nervous Newbies (myself and Cool Colleague) are formally introduced to the Company’s members of staff, currently comprising of 4 people. Said 4 people do not acknowledge Nervous Newbies. Said Nervous Newbies are left to rot in the office, with no computer, for the next 3 hours in an atmosphere so tense, that both were actually expecting Bruce Willis to come, detonate a farty bomb and serve us slices of awkward with an extra bit of uncomfortable silence on top.

Nervous Newbies are left to lunch on their own, gazing into their £6.50 London Salad, covered in grease and smothered in TotalJobs.com lies.

In a sobering moment of  ‘Fuck social expectations, I’m gonna say what I think about this shit’, they exchange the simple words : ‘What. The. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck??!???

Day 2 of New Job

Narcoleptic Newbies bond over their synchronised eye-rolling – which their respective eyeballs launch into upon the viewing of the induction material, most of it dating from Moses’ times (pre-Hollywood days), just like the system we were meant to use.

Narcoleptic Newbies bitch on their way to the coffee machine and realise :

Day 3 of New Job

Numb Newbies talk about drinking alcohol at 8.35am.

Numb Newbies talk about jumping off the windows at 9.18am.

Numb Newbies talked into not talking by a managerial stare so powerful, it cancelled Bruce Willis’ second scheduled visit, and replaced it with a visit from Silent Bob. Yes, we were not allowed to talk for 8 hours, in an office the size of a ladies toilet.  When one of us committed the offence of emitting noises with their mouth, our very own Kim Jong Elle (from Germany) retorted with ‘ I don’t like people and their noises‘. *click click click*

Day 4 of New Job

Neurotic Newbies get cracking and stop crying.  Neurotic Newbies start gathering intelligence through internet sleuthing, and bribing of soon to be ex-colleague – with a Chicken Butterfly meal at Nandos. Results of the Sherlocking?

  1. Over the last 7 months, 4 people had left a workforce which was comprising of a grand total of 7 people; thus indicating an exodus more intense than when a Nickelback tune gets played in a rock club.
  2. Out of the defectors:
    •  One left a scathing online review of the company, notably indicating that the manager was the Second Coming of Hannibal Lecter crossed with Barbra Streisand. Said review also indicated a tendency for the Owner to mould his behaviour on Jar Jar Binks from Star Wars.
    •  The other dragged “Wierdos Limited” to Employment Tribunal to recover the bits of his arse that got mercilessly spanked during his tenure. And he won his booty back.
  3. Our supervisor, Kim Jong Elle, regularly watches World War 2 Nazi propaganda movies, even at work
  4. The system we were meant to implement was so old, it was running on a hamster hiding in a server, and written in morse code
  5. The company motto is to ‘over promise and under deliver’, with lies outright told to clients, including lying about the hamster’s performance
  6. Kim Jong Hell and Jar Jar Binks (CEO) discuss employee matters in public and badmouth them in public too
  7. Any complaint against Kim Jong Hell to Jar Jar Stinks, goes straight back to Kim Jong Elle, thus ensuring evil death stares all day long
  8. Jar Jar Stinks was regaling staff with stories of how he never takes off his shirt, even for hanky panky times
  9. The number of times we were going to the toilets was monitored and input into Excel
  10. Kim Jong Elle told a former employee that she did not believe in drinking teas and coffees at work and that she was not allowed to get some on company time

No Shit Sherlock!

So, those of you who made it all the way down here, are probably shaking their heads thinking, what the fuck is this?  This cannot be real!

Well, in the name of the Holy Ozzy, The Lemmy & the Jimi, I hereby provide you evidence that was taken at the time. This all happened in 5 days.

For the Lord Windows 7 (and its Snipping Tool) are my witnesses, I have screenshat (I know right?) some of the office shizzle for posterity, and evidence to be brought up when I eventually let go of my mind, my clothes and my dignity and scream out of another corporate office.

Evidence # 1 – Casual Convo Between Two Humans Who Literally Met Professionally 10 Hours Ago.


Evidence #2 – Where I Come to Terms and Address my Nobility (context : I was producing PDF’s all day, “jd” = Job Description)

Evidence #3 – Where The Soon to be Ex-Colleague (in grey) makes the Newbies Wet Themselves.


Evidence #4 – Where The Soon to be Ex-Colleague (in black this time) Makes the Newbies Shit Themselves. Basically, Kim Jong Il kept peeking at people’ screens.

day 3

Evidence #5 – Where The Newbies Wipe Themselves and Decide to Drink Into Oblivion.


Evidence #6 Part 1 – Where The Newbies Wind Themselves Up Into Constipation.

day 5

The experience after those 5 first days deserves actually another post, this place was flipping insane. (It actually got worse after that – and I had to click my way out of this hell hole – case in point extract from a chat after visiting the new offices)


SO !What about you, what is your worst work experience? Any crazy stories? If you don’t have any, I have loads 😉 


PS: By the way, the new post will also requires a special shamanic ceremony, involving a call upon the Fermented Spirits and a special shout out to my Power Animal, the Famous Grouse 😉

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