Donald Twain
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Ha do you spend all ya time simmering insanely waiting to blow ?Every. Single. Day.
Ha do you spend all ya time simmering insanely waiting to blow ?Every. Single. Day.
Did the other guy get disciplined for shredding the irreplaceable paperwork?Used to work with a fella whose nickname was " Harry the Handgrenade ". His temper was legendary and it could take the tiniest thing for him to explode - someone leaving a dirty cup on his desk being a major one or using his desktop pc was another.
One of the lad in the office hated him and got a duplicate key for his desk drawers, got in and shredded a load of irreplaceable paperwork and then put the shredded paper back in the drawer and locked it again.
When he found out, he knew exactly who'd done it, but had no proof. He grabbed the fella round the throat and tried to choke him. He then picked up his own desktop pc and threw it at the fella. All this in front of a full office.
Needless to say he was sent home early and eventually died of a heart attack in his very early fifties.
I'm spend most work days a barely controlled seething cauldron of rage.Ha do you spend all ya time simmering insanely waiting to blow ?
.....working with IT suppliers includes so much pain, they rarely deliver to time, quality or cost but you have to keep your cool.
New lads on the sales desk get given "dead lines" to call...basically people whove logged into the website, asked for more info and left a number...but its a fake number which doesnt work as they prefer to be emailed.
So, the Global Head hired this 45+ years old chap from a bigger company in another country and was pleased as punch as he managed to bring him over gloating about having hired a "superstar". Usually its just the young lads who get given the dead lines to call and after a few rings they cotton on...
Someone went and gave this bloke the dead lines....he must have called 10 in a row and started to sweat profusely...another 10 more and hes gone red...10 more and purple...
He then suddenly started smashing the heck out of the phone...totally destroyed it and just sat there...motionless.
Whole desk went quiet, i was a little away on a call but facing him on another table and watched it all unfold in disbelief whilst trying to chat with my client....bloke opposite him had some soothing words and the Global Head walks over and gives him the rest of the day off...was a friday.
He was in a company apartment so a couple of the team popped over after work to take him for a pint. Turns out he had major money issues, mrs and new baby left at home in his house where he was struggling with the mortgage so had taken this job overseas due to the high base and comms.
Monday came and he wasnt in...assumed he had been sacked for going nuclear...spoke to Global Head and he said no...bloke hadnt turned up...by Wednesday still a no show so 2 local lads were sent over to his company apartment ringing the bell and banging on the door.
Cops were called and they broke in only to find he had committed suicide.
We were told never to discuss it in the office with the staff....bad for morale.
I quit soon after.
JackanorysvilleWhere was this Zat? Which country?
Where was this Zat? Which country?
Did the other guy get disciplined for shredding the irreplaceable paperwork?
Nice work if you can get itI once worked for an MD who was absolutely clueless, he had zero people skills and was a bean counter by trade. Operationally he didn't have a clue, he was just fixated with managing cost.
As a result he pissed people off, and staff started leaving in their droves. One Monday morning I arrived to find yet another notice letter slid under my door, and I just thought enough. So I went straight to his office told him exactly what I thought of him and his strategy and said he needed to get his head out of his arse and realise he was killing the business. I then got in my car and drove off. I never went back and I'd worked for that company for 15 years in various different roles.
The HR Director came to my house a few days later and I told him the fella was a clueless blert and there was 2 ways this was going end. Either he wrote me a large cheque and I'd sign a compromise agreement or I'd go back whilst I was looking for another job and become a terrorist in the interim. I got my cheque the following week.![]()