Every workplace has one. Especially where I work. It's me.I heard about a beautiful act of cuntery this week and I thought I’d share it with the assembled members.
I know this bloke at work called Darren. He’s in a different department to me, but our paths cross from time to time.
He’s widely regarded as a bit of a ****. You know the sort, refuses to do anything over and above the bare minimum of what’s in his contract, knows every bit of small print in the company Ts&Cs for getting out of work.
No one likes him. He’s also tight as ****. Apparently he’s got about 12 slum rental properties, plus earns about 60 grand a year, but drives around in a shit heap 20 year old car.
Anyway, he never comes out on company piss ups or work do’s A) because he’s a **** and hates everyone and B ) because he’s tight as **** and refuses to buy drinks.
So last year it’s Christmas party time. The girls in his office organise some gathering in a shit venue. There will be karaoke, a buffet and a couple of drinks each behind the bar.
Darren doesn’t get an invite. To be fair, he’s not gonna come anyway, so why bother?
As the party nears, he gets wind of the fact that he hasn’t been invited.
In a beautiful act of revenge, he quietly phones up the venue and cancels the booking.
Day of the party, 40 odd people rock up to this place expecting karaoke and sausage rolls to find another party going on in their place and an irate pub landlord who’s pissed off at them for cancelling at the last minute.
Bravo Darren. Bravo.