Brace Yourself

Quite a few things pissing me off today so I'll just crack on with them:-

1) Sales Calls God damn it we don't want your poxy digital phones, or a flashy new website or switch from our fuel card supplier as they are the cheapest you can get. If we want something we'll call you, otherwise just fuck off.

2) CD Rom Theory Test I could happily smash that bastard CD. It would be fine if they opted to read the questions themselves instead of the annoying voice doing it for them.

3) Phones in general. I must be the only one with a phone in the entire office. I have taken calls from a million people today, everyone a moron. Its driving me crazy which brings me onto a related topic:-

4) Stationary Mobiles which goes hand in hand with JK's vanishing acts. He disappears, leaving his mobile behind. Whats the point of a bloody mobile if its never mobile?? And the calls he's been getting that muggings here has to answer have been about alien subjects to me which makes me look stupid & I don't need any help in that department. Grr.

5) Bosses Twice today I have been blamed for mistakes that were my boss J's fault & not mine. It's like she can't accept that I just might have done a better job than her regarding this particular bit of work so instead of her admitting she messed up she's all like; "you must have given me the wrong information to process" and the entire offices' favourite line "you must have had a blonde moment" which is usually trotted out when I don't spell something right. But that doesn't mean I'm blonde - it just means I need a dictionary. In fact as my other boss E keeps saying he'll sue me for being age-ist I might decide to sue the whole office for descrimination against me for being blonde. Not that I'll get much by way of compensation; unless they pay me in chocolate. Yum

On the plus side Emma & Darren are doing two dances this week so I can drool twice as much. Along with the Waltz they are tackling the Paso Doble which means lots of mean, moody stares and plenty of passionate, sexy moves like this one below. Hell Darren might even have his chest on show. Fantastic.

TJ

Just A Quick One

Well we've finally decided on our meeting place for our xmas drink mostly because we can get £ off our rounds thanks to a discount card our boss J has. Cheap drink - woohoo! I've been fulla busy today helping J get everything ready for our big AGM tomorrow night. It means I have to work late along with J, E & JK. The rest of them are skiving.

Not much to rant about except I got screamed at by a highly stressed out J for writing receipts out wrong. Apparently I put too much info on them. IE when J does them she ignores the top of the slip and just puts "cash received", the total amount being paid in & her signature on it. I fill in the top bit that has the date, name of the person paying in the cash & who to. I fill in the amounts for each club seperately which makes it easier to sort out any mistakes should they arise. I then put cash received, and sign it. Too much information indeed. I give up sometimes, I really do.

TJ

I Am Writing To Complain......

Before I start :- Mmm mean & moody Emma & Darren. They make such a cute couple.

Don't people just make you want to scream? But what good would that do, apart from making me loose my voice which would please my workmates I'm sure. This is what I'm moaning about today: -

Some complete bitch who I'll call CLA phined to check on the two buses she had booked for tomorrow. I checked the dairy and JK's sheets even though I knew fine well she had nothing. I told her so. She said she'd sent a fax through to confirm it and she was looking at it now.
"Yes, so am I," I said.
"Then it should be booked."
"I'm afraid not. Your group are not members and as we are ruled by Section 19 you have to be a member of our company before you can have a bus. It's the law," I explained patiently
"I can't believe it. I have the fax here, I know it was booked."
"I'm sorry there's nothing in the diary."
"I'm very annoyed. I have 30 children who will be disappointed tomorrow."
"I understand that but I'm afraid there's nothing we can do." (which is true as we don't even have any drivers available to do the run on the sly)
"No you don't. The children will be disappointed. I can't belive this. I'm sending in a letter of complaint," she snapped putting the phone down.

She can do what she likes. I phoned her back immediately upon recieving her fax on 31 Oct. It kicked into answer machine so I left a message asking her to ring myself or one of my colleagues. She never did. If she had she'd have been told that she wasn't a member and had to be one before she could have a bus. In which instance she'd have had two choices 1) become a member or 2) go elsewhere for transport. But she didn't. So I'm in the right so I don't care what she complains about. It will provide us with some much needed entertainment as for some reason everyone is depressed today.

Also slightly narking me is SCD or more acurately the british voting public. Emma & Darren were back in form on Saturday and totally rocked with twirls, lifts, slides and even technical difficulties with a microphone but its looking more & more obvious that Mark & Karen are going to win. What's narking me are the females that are voting for Mark because he is cute (though he's not in my opinion) rather than voting for the couple that are the best dancers. It's very annoying but what can you do? It almost makes me ashamed to be female.

On the plus side I got my first xmas present from AT. A cute fluffy white teddy that plays jolly xmas music such as "We wish you a merry xmas" & "Santa Claus is coming to town" when you press its belly. The guys hate it already - bah humbug - & have threatened to throw it out the window or run it over with one of our buses. So I warn you now: if anything happens to my little bear there will be hell on.

Ciao for now.

TJ

Its a friday, I have no work for two days, the consultants are gone, R is still nice to me, Darren is still hot, Emma is still cute they are going to rule on Saturday, what the fuck have I got to moan about??

TJ

Phantom Parts, A Right Royal Bollocking & One Small Victory

Aah... dreamy Darren & a rather cute looking Emma B (of Spice Girls fame if you are too young to remember) sizzlingly hot doing their samba a few weeks ago. I'm still hoping they win SCD.

But I'm wandering - again! For those that saw yesterdays entry you'll know BA from the garage phoned about spare parts for a bus. I left the message on JK's desk. He took one look at it this morning and burst out laughing. Naturally I asked what was wrong. Nothing much - apart from the fact the bus only wants a new door panel not a door and it certainly doesn't need a new step, he told me. Though it wouldn't be the first time BA has got a message wrong or confused our company with our Newcastle rivals.

So JK phoned her up and told her the above. She didn't know how it had happened but would look into it. Not only are the mechanics lazy but they're dumb too. What a great combination. And we trust these people with our clients safety. The mind boggles.

The thing that pissed me off today though was I got a right bollocking for not using the phone correctly - which is a bit rich considering I'm the only one that ever answers the damn thing. Apparently the consultant wouldn't be happy to see how I transfer a call to the guys. Because I am surrounded by idiots I'm in trouble. All I've done is change my ways to suit them. For example: If someone rings & I answer the call and its for J our boss I'll press the button next to her name on they keypad. Her phone will ring, she'll pick it up but its me on the end not the client. I'll tell her who is calling and if she wants to talk to them I'll put my mandset down and the client is automatically through to her phone. Thats what I'm supposed to do. And lets face it, how hard is that??

However the guys in the office are useless. If I press the button next to any of their names they ignore the phone ringing & just watch the flashy light on their display panel with awestruck wonder. This means I have to physically shout through to their office (luckily its next door to mine and the adjoining door is kept open) who is on the line. This is what has earned me a bollocking. It looks unprofessional. Well yes I fucking well know that but what else can I do when surrounded by idiots? So I'm livid. Useless bastards. Except R. He knows how to work his phone.

Not that I give a shit what the consultants think.

The small victory we had as to get rid of our crappy accounts that are over priced and under qualified. From next January we'll have nicer ones which has of course totally pissed off our Company Secretary BR as he is always plumping for the expensive useless accountants which is why we've had to endure them fro an excruciating three years. As a result he has resigned as secretary but will still remain on the committee. No one likes him anyway so we are all over joyed. He's also one of the directors trying to oust me out of my job. Hehehe. How the tables have turned. Even moreso as I heard on the quiet I'm being very seriously considered for a pay rise which is only right judging by the workload I've got - sorry guys!

I feel much better now. Ciao.

TJ

Skiving Colleagues.... Again

Another wonderful day at the office when everything that could go wrong on the drivers/transport side of the company did. Needless to say my colleagues weren't around to see it and when they do get back to the office they see everything running smoothly and don't believe me when I tell them about all the dramas I've had.

Personally I think they know everythings going to go tits up which is why they scarper, leaving me to drag them all out of the shit because they don't know how to fix problems themselves. First job of the day was to allocate regular work to drivers (JK's job). SOunds easy but by God if you saw the state of some of our drivers you'd know what an uphill struggle I faced; although H & P are old pros and just get on with it... except when P gets lost and he has such a canny knack of getting lost that its a running joke in the office.

Once I'd seen to them the Hospice work had finally been faxed through (R's job). I had an idea in my head how best to allocate the work to the two hospice drivers AT & B but low and behold every single person that wanted picking up wasn't even on the sheet R had left me. I was foaming. With R's words of advice from yesterday ringing in my ears "Just give AT all the Washington / Houghton pick ups, B the local ones and divvy up the rest" - (great advice R, cheers for that) - I looked at the list... all work was "the rest" and it totally confused me. So I thought bollocks he can sort it out. I interupted his meeting and luckily he'd had a feeling something would go wrong and he'd taken a copy of the entire hospice sheets with him. It took him ten minutes to crack the puzzle but he eventually managed it. I love R, he's just so helpful and nice to me. Bless him.

Then in the afternoon I got a call from BA, the receptionist at the garage to say that parts for a bus JK had ordered had arrived.
"Great," I said. "We can get the bus back on the road ASAP as we are desperate for it."
"Hold on there," she said. "The parts arrived, yes. The replacement door was fine however the motorised step was damaaged so we had to send it back."
"Oh dear. When will the replacement step get here?"
"Friday," she replied with what I'm sure was a smirk on her face.
"Friday?" I repeated. "As in 3pm on Friday when you all knock off & go home and don't work weekends and are fully booked on MOnday and Tuesday with regular work so its Wednesday before you even look at our bus let alone try & fix it?"
"Thats right. You know our mechanics too well. Do you want to come to Frankie & Benny's on Thursday?"
"Too right I know their games. What with a load of loutish, lazy, sexist guys?"
"Yeah I'm the only female there and wanted re-inforcements."
"Can I bollock them re our bus?"
"Do what you like."
"I'll think about it."
"Ok. I'll phone you when the step comes in."

Aah just one of the many weird convo's I have in this place. I like BA though, she's a scream.

Would also like to point out its D-day tomorrow as the consultants are in. We have to be at work for 8.30 (Grr) to get everything "just so" for the devil men. We've been told to act normal (hehehe) and to look busy at all times. Not a problem for the guys as they do that every day anyway while the rest of us legitimately do all the work.

I would also like to apologise to anyone that found the comment left on my previous entry regarding the wonderful Darren B in any way offensive. Incidently I an totally livid he ended up in the bottom two when he & Emma only had 12 hours to learn a routine and everyone else had at least 25. And it was because of a good cause - Children In Need. But I've wandered off again. I was going to say sadly while all efforts are made to ensure this kind of small mindedness doesn't find its way onto the site, there will always be a hanful of ignorant folk in the world that believe, just because a guy can dance then he must be gay. However we should all pity such people instead of hating them.

Ciao for now.

TJ

I Don't Feel Like Ranting

Well as per usual on a Friday my entry consists of me moaning about the vanishing act my colleagues do. One - who shall remain nameless because his actions are so shameful - has rolled out the excuse he is going to a funeral for the third Friday on the bounce. The first time was legit, the second (last weeks) wasn't as he was spotted on a pub by another skiving workmate a million miles away from where the funeral he'd claimed to be going to actually took place.

At least R told me the truth about his skiving. I can live with that. Mind he won't be doing much drinking for a month as he's on some sort of evil pills that state you can't have any alcohol. He seriously told me he considered not taking the pills as he can't survive without drink. So, because I am so nice and he is the only one that defends me in the office when the rest of them start picking on me; I have pledged to give up the drink - including cocktails (even though they don't count as alcohol :D) for the four weeks. Hopefully his pills will be finished by 6 Dec which is our works xmas do. Venue to be decided as the town is shit on a Wednesday.

On a happier note we may all be able to tell the company directors & consultants to piss off next week if we win the Euro Millions lotto. 120 million big ones. Our syndicated have elected to have a three month cruise while we decide how best to spend our winnings.

R thinks he'd buy a big country pile with a swimming pool filled with champagne & scantily clad females.

JK says he'd buy a private island and treat me to a world cruise, bless him. Though he does owe me for all the times I've helped him out the shit.

Bosses J & E would buy a new house, cars and a holiday home in Benidorm and Bulgaria.

B would buy a Ducati superbike and a villa in Ibiza most probably - because the woman are loose in the summer! His words not mine.

P would buy our company then fire us all! He also get an Aston Martin and a private jet and swan about the world pretending to be James Bond.

And me?? Well I'd buy a flash apartment, private helicopter, own a string of racehorses (both disciplines), set up a donkey sanctuary and hire hot ex marines & SAS as bodyguards-come-play-things.

However we have unanimously agreed that the best thing to do would be to fins a cure for our much missed friend T. Get well soon hon. Our thoughts & prayers are with you always xx

TJ

Updates Rather Than A Rant

Ok so the guys PCV test date has been cancelled because the examiner heard about their terrible driving skills. Not really but thats the world going round the office this afternoon. Its been re-scheduled for 23rd Nov.

No real headway on the corruption issue as mentioned last week though I can add there is a meeting 21 Nov with everyone of importance at the scheming low life's place of business (i'll call him AP). Our glorious leader E will be in attendance to kick some ass.

The only thing thats hacked me off recently was my internet went off last week - again, which meant I couldn't get on the web to publish my rant while it was fresh in my mind. So now my anger has subsided & I don't feel like ranting about it anymore. So I won't.

While I'm here I want to share the new love of my life with the world - professional dancer Darren Bennett (pictured below). He's cute, has a gorgeous smile, sparkling hazel eyes and can bust some breathtaking moves on the dancefloor. What more could a girl want? Im loving seeing him every week on Strictly Come Dancing, which I hope he wins.

TJ

Corruption

A mini moan today as I can't go into details yet due to the fact that we might be mounting an official objection regarding the object of my rant.

We got wind yesterday that one of the organisations we had a meeting with months ago is fucking us over. Or as my brilliantly eloquent colleague R put it; "We're being fucked up the arse by a ten foot cock bent over the table." Nice one R.

Today we got a sneaky copy of this organisations bid for a shed load of money - its all about who you know not what you know in this game. The upshot being this bid could be a best selling novel, its so well written. Complete bullshit of course. Worse still they have not only nicked all of our original estimations and inflated them tenfold but named us as accomplices in their criminal activities. We are taking actions against their claims of what we are supposed to be involved in in the bid as we haven't agreed to anything they say we have.

Our glorious leader E has decided to try and mount an offical objection / complaint before the deadline so its all hands on deck at the moment for the next week or so. The phones have been red hot with us trying to get all the gory details with which to knock this bastard from his cushy perch.

A brief mention that there are nasty, scary officials coming in to review our job descriptions and see what we do to earn our peanuts on the 22nd November. That's the guys all out of a job then. It could mean we get our long awaited pay rises if we impress the inspectors enough. I'll keep you posted.

Also the useless two that are revising for their PCV theory have got a date for their test - 16 November. I shall keep my fingers crossed for them.

TJ

Backstabbing Bastards & Shit Plumbing

Stabbed, Wounded & Lying Bleeding On The Floor There was a big conference (which I mentioned yesterday) regarding transport in the North East. Our rivals leader, who I shall call JT made a complete and utter mockery of the whole thing. All community transports have an unspoken agreement that everything we do is "all for one nad one for all" and in theory we are supposed to show a united front when Nexus and the local councils start poking their beaks in. Try telling JT that.

Our rivals previous leader JF - god there are too many "J's" in all of this! - was a true gent & would pull out all the stops to help you out of a tight spot while JT is just a selfish horrid woman only looking out for herself. All she did at this conference was big herself up and brag about how much contract work she was doing - not her company mark you - but her personally. At least E gives us credit & praise for a job well done.

It turns out that 75% of all her work is contract based & not community based which is what they were originally set up to do. I can see the CTA & CC recieving an annoymous tip off into their business practices one of these days.

This morning a few influential people called E to say they thought JT was well out of order and they didn't like it at all. So watch this space, she may well be digging her own grave career wise. Good. It'll save us a jon. We're snowed under till after New Year as it is.

Barefaced Cheek Our office building officially needs condeming. Not only does it have zero heating or proper ventilation, it is falling apart. IE A foreign truck driver from Estonia backed his HGV into the corner of our building & part of it crumbled away. Now it looks as though the window in boss J's office could fall out at any moment should a sudden gust of wind hit us. As we are by the cold riverside, that could happpen at any moment.

It also has two rusted iron entrances/exits, One is a rickety ramp the other is wobbly stairs. I refuse to use the stairs as they really do sway & work themselves away from their fixings in the wall when you walk up / down them. The amount of times T had to hammer them back into place over the summer was unreal but now he is off work on long-term sick (if indeed he ever comes back at all) so they have just been neglected. One day either someone will be killed when they collapse or we'll all end up trapped in the shitty building. Rumour has it that our business park is set to be demolished & redeveloped in 2008. About time too we reckon & we're pushing for a nice purpose built office to base our company in. It won't happen of course but we can dream.

Anyhoo back to my original moan. The plumbing is crap. We can't get any hot water which I'm sure contravines Health & Safety nowadays but y'know. Then for the 2nd time in 6 weeks the plumbing has backed up we've had sewerage from the whole damn business park flooding through our toilents & ruining the place, not to mention the smell of course.

So I called the site manager to complain and the response was not quite what I expected. He blamed the girls in the building (Me & J) for flushing - men close your eyes & ears - "feminine hygiene products" as he called them, down the toilet. Now Im sorry but I've had more periods than he's had women and I know how to dispose of "feminine hygiene products" correctly thank you very much.

So he came to look at the problem. He moaned that it would cost £50 to get an engineer out. Not our problem we said as this is why we pay astronomical maintence charges every fucking month. He reluctantly called the site engineer who isn't available for THREE WEEKS as he has a much higher paying job to do first further down the site. Im sure thats got to be against some kind of law nowadays.

In the end our fearless comrade R calmly unblocked the pipes while the rest of us mopped up. Suppose we'll have to get used to this as it may happen a few times a week until the engineer graces us with his presence. For the record it was pink toilet paper that caused the blockage & we use white so it's definitely not our fault regardless what the site manager says. Out of touch twat.

TJ

The Mother Of All Rants

Vanishing Act So called friends at work mysteriously vanished as soon as our bosses E & J were out of the building at a conference all afternoon in Newcastle. Ordinarily I wouldn't mind as I enjoy the peace and quiet and I can get on with the accounts with no interuptions but whenever my workmates vanish its for a reason. IE rats deserting a sinking ship.

For example, JK is supposed to have all Self Drive buses lined up, full of fuel, with their keys left in an enevelope at the gatehouse for clients to pick up at their alloted time. How hard a job is that I ask you? Today the bus was there but had minimal fuel and most importantly, no keys. I searched the offices from top to bottom looking for those bastard keys only for JK to roll up 20 minutes later with them in his pocket.

Great - except for the fact I had to keep an irrate client amused for the past 20 mins while he was away Xmas shopping in the bloody Bridges. God he so owes me a drink.

What A Fucking Liberty If that wasn't enough a guy called A from our rival company in Newcastle phoned me turning on the charm as he usually does when he wants us to do one of his jobs. Seriously one of these days I'm going to scream at him - "It's not our job to help you out of the shit when you havetaken on massive £ making contracts and just left your community based, low paying regulars high and dry."

Its disgraceful and I hate helping him knowing how he treats his regular clients. So I didn't. Ha. Why the hell should we bend over backwards to do a job outside of our turf when he's the one that gets paid for it and we don't?

Magic Touch Then to top the day off nicely this girl phoned to get a quote for a job. I asked her the list of usual questions - What time she wanted the bus? (All day) Is it a self drive? (yes) Where is it going to (30mins away). Seriously how vague is that?! There a millions of places "30 mins away". I explained I needed an exact destination before I could say how much it would cost. After a few more minutes of her avoiding the question, JK popped his head round my office door to see if I was alright. Deciding I couldn't be arsed with her I transferred the call to him - well he is the one that is supposed to work out all the price after all.

It must have been his dulcet times as within seconds she'd told him the times and destination when I'd been trying to extract the very same info for the last five minutes. I decided to take this as payment for the bus key incident earlier on so he doesn't owe me anything - for now.

Mr Know It All Finally I bring you to my last moan for the day. A really horrid, disgusting guy came in the office like a bull in a china shop. He threw a cheque down in from of me, saying "We havent received an invoice for this yet but here is the payment. Its what we were quoted."

Lying tosser - I sent him the bill two days again which he must have received as the amount the job eventually cost differed to what they were originally quoted and his cheque was for the revised amount. He must think I'm fucking stupid. Still, I'm not paid to argue with clients so I kept schtum.

I went to make out a receipt. "Its for group 110 for 2 buses to Winstons Hotel on 27th Oct" he ordered me to write. I politely told him I would write it out the way I have been taught by my boss which gained me a scowl. After I filled it in before I even had the chance to log the cheque number & sign it to say I'd received it, he boomed, "YOu haven't signed it. YOu can't get away with that with me. I'm the groups treasurer." I smiled sweetly and signed when really all I wanted to do was throw him out of the window head first. Just as well E & J weren't in or they might have thought I wasn't doing my job correctly with him shouting about all my "mistakes". Arrogant bastard.

Aah I feel so much better for that. Until the next time. Ciao

TJ

*** WARNING *** This Is A Cocktail Induced Rant

I am not happy. Again. In fact according to this blog when am I ever? Seriously I don't moan this much in person. People I know say I'm quite nice & very good natured .... Hmm I don't agree but on with the show as they say. This is what the cocktails (Pina Colada's with extra rum since you ask - I'm trying to re-create my wonderful holiday 2 months ago but it's not working!) have led me to rant about.

Bribes My wonderful workmates saw fit today to attempt to bribe me with a bottle of Becks into not writing a rant regarding the days events. Not a chance. If it had been Budweiser then yes, I may have considered it. But it wasn't. So I didn't. I HATE BECKS. Just so you guys know for future reference.

School Secretaries - see this rant isn't about you lot at all. The world doesn't revolve around you y'know. A very nice girl, named C called me to ask if she had booked two buses with us for next Tuesday. I said nope there's nothing in for you at all. That's fin, she said, It must'nt have been you that I booked them with. Bless her, she is so scatty it wouldn't be the first time she thought she'd booked our company's buses when she'd booked someone else. Luckily we don't take offence at our regular clients giving work to our rivals.

Two hours later she called back to say Yeah she did book a bus all the way back in July (notice the single & not plural as above) because she remembered I moaned at her for messing up the Diary when she'd originally ordered it for 31st Oct but then changed it to the 14th Nov.

Me moan??!! Where DID she get that idea from??

Anyhoo I went on to explain there was absolutely no record of her doing so as 1) all calls are recorded, 2) schools have to send faxes confirming what was said on the phone to prevent conversations such as this, 3) I would have booked the bus out for her. I simply don't forget such a major thing as that.

As it was, my boss E did a bit of jigging about and managed to conjure up a bus for her. Making it crystal clear along the way that I was in no way to blame for the headache he was now suffering thanks to C, as the hunt continues to find a driver for her...

A bus without a driver. Who'd have thunk it?

TJ

Bloody Policy Meetings

There was a policy meeting today at work. And present was one very annoying Director who is a Business Technology Teacher which means not only is he a complete bore but he thinks he knows it all. For the purpose of this blog I'll call him I.

Things got off to a bad start when our one and only gas heater was taken from the office and put in the meeting room for the directors. It did not help my mood when I came into the main office to re-inforce the point he had been waiting thirty minutes for us to open up the building when he knows fine well we don't open til 9am. This only slightly irked me. What pissed me off was this very thoughtless comment: Its cold in here isn't it? Its well under the EU Directive of the minimum temperature of 18 degrees for a work place.

I felt like screaming Yes its bloody cold coz you've nicked our heat source! The fucking idiot.

Then during the meeting he reckoned we should only conduct business via e-mail and people should mail us to book a bus. So our boss E pointed out a few issues with this proposed code of practice such as

1 Old people who have no access to a computer

2 People that don't know how to use a computer

3 Emails that do astray as we have automatic SPAM filter systems in place

4 Emails that arrive after office hours & we don't pick them up until the following day and the sender needed an answer immediately.

5 Only 2 of the office computers have Internet access to limit abuse of it & if both of them were off how would we access the emails?

Suffice to say he wasn't happy that E found holes in his crackpot vision for the future of our company.

Another thing he went on to try and do was create morework for us Admin staff. He wanted to know what policies / systems we have in place on the finance side of things should we be investigated for any wrong doing. I take great offence at that as I work mostly on the finance side and wouldn't dream of ripping the company off. He particularly wanted to know what happends when we pay out volunteers expenses. Lets take a look shall we Mr I?

We record it on a yellow chitty slip which must be sighed by the volunteer and the person who is paying out the money. We keep the slips on file. We also enter the same information into Sage Accounts and on a regular Excel spreadsheet. Both Sage and Excel are backed up onto USB Pens and there are two pens for each programme just in case one breaks or decides not to work one day. There is also a copy on the computers hard drive and CD's which are kept locked in the safe. So tell me just what other bloody policy he can bring into our company?!

I swear he is a fucking arse.

TJ