Back in 1994 or thereabouts, I worked for a despicable little goblin called John Pope at his picture framing emporium in Harrogate. For the princely sum of 95 quid per week I worked a minimum of ten hours a day. If you "showed willing" by putting in even more hours than that then you could expect to see your wages increase, or so I was told.
As you can probably guess I didn't work there very long (one of three jobs I've been sacked from, actually) but it sticks in my mind for one incident. For some trivial misdemeanour, John saw fit to call me a "dozy c**t" in front of the whole shop floor! I can't say that I've been verbally abused in such a colourful fashion at work since then. Anyone else got a work insult story they'd like to share?
