Work Escapades Pt.5 : How I got fired
Got asked by a few people to do an instalment about the One Job I got fired from, It's a tale which makes most people go "The **** ?" but I'm very relaxed about the past situation; but anyway....
> 19, Working at an Old Pub, under new Landlords
> First Pub that the Landlords have ever owned (Landlord is mid 39's, Wife late 20's)
> Landlord decided to have his new wife become the manager of the Pub
> She's lovely but has NO prior experience being a manager or running a pub / bar
> Locals didn't like the changes being made to the pub and complaints about the new decor kept coming in
> Patrons claimed the rustic look and feel is what they loved about it and they've been coming for 30+ years some of them
> Ruining what is basically British heritage. It looked like the Prancing Pony in LotR and she wanted to change it to something from Tron
> Complaints lead to lack of customers which lead to lack of sales
> Things are still getting worse and to top it off the Husband & Wife are now arguing 24/7
> Trying to avoid their confrontations became harder and harder and it eventually, one day, a REALLY heated argument broke out in the pub
> Manager picks up Wine Bottle out of Glass Bin
> Manager : "I'M GUNNA GASH YOUR FACE YOU CUNT"
>LL : "YOU WOULDN'T ******* DARE, YOU'RE JUST A ****** USELESS BLONDE BITCH"
> Manager : "AAAAAH **** YOU"
> Manager throws the Wine Bottle into the glass bin behind the bar where I'm standing and then runs off upstairs to their flat
> The Wine Bottle hit other bottles and smashed on impact
> Now every barman knows, don't put broken bottles into a glass bin behind the bar
> LL : "Take that bin out now, I don't want that in there"
> As I empty the bin outside into the glass recycling bins One of the shards (a large one) cuts my left hand open
> Blood poring all over my Hand
> Really quietly I say "fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk" under my breath trying to ignore the 2 inch hole in my hand
> Go inside tell the manager I've sliced my hand open
> Manager : "What ever just go get it sorted. See you on Thursday"
> Go to the hospital and the wankers GLUE it back together. not stitches. GLUE.
> Next day, phone call from Manager
> "Blackizzle, sorry to inform you but due a patron hearing your bad language we are having to let you go"
> Hold. The. **** . Up. My Bad Language?
> "One of the patrons who happened to be the Landlords Mother (...Really?) heard you say the F word while emptying the bins"
> Yeah I know.... I now have a 2 inch hole in my hand which got glued together yesterday in hospital
> "Well sorry but our decision is final, good luck in your future" *Hangs up*
> Obviously pissed off I ring a friend of my parents who is a solicitor
> Helped me get pay back on Tweedle **** and Tweedle Bitch
> They were fined a total of £10,000(ish) for Endangering an employee, having no first aid kit on site (Didn't even know that they didn't have one) and for ignoring an employee who was seriously injured.
> I Got £3000 in compensation.
> 40 painful keks were had.
> Here's a pic off the Scar now. Would be less worse but it was glued not stitched
> Taken on Potato Phone, sorry
> 19, Working at an Old Pub, under new Landlords
> First Pub that the Landlords have ever owned (Landlord is mid 39's, Wife late 20's)
> Landlord decided to have his new wife become the manager of the Pub
> She's lovely but has NO prior experience being a manager or running a pub / bar
> Locals didn't like the changes being made to the pub and complaints about the new decor kept coming in
> Patrons claimed the rustic look and feel is what they loved about it and they've been coming for 30+ years some of them
> Ruining what is basically British heritage. It looked like the Prancing Pony in LotR and she wanted to change it to something from Tron
> Complaints lead to lack of customers which lead to lack of sales
> Things are still getting worse and to top it off the Husband & Wife are now arguing 24/7
> Trying to avoid their confrontations became harder and harder and it eventually, one day, a REALLY heated argument broke out in the pub
> Manager picks up Wine Bottle out of Glass Bin
> Manager : "I'M GUNNA GASH YOUR FACE YOU CUNT"
>LL : "YOU WOULDN'T ******* DARE, YOU'RE JUST A ****** USELESS BLONDE BITCH"
> Manager : "AAAAAH **** YOU"
> Manager throws the Wine Bottle into the glass bin behind the bar where I'm standing and then runs off upstairs to their flat
> The Wine Bottle hit other bottles and smashed on impact
> Now every barman knows, don't put broken bottles into a glass bin behind the bar
> LL : "Take that bin out now, I don't want that in there"
> As I empty the bin outside into the glass recycling bins One of the shards (a large one) cuts my left hand open
> Blood poring all over my Hand
> Really quietly I say "fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk" under my breath trying to ignore the 2 inch hole in my hand
> Go inside tell the manager I've sliced my hand open
> Manager : "What ever just go get it sorted. See you on Thursday"
> Go to the hospital and the wankers GLUE it back together. not stitches. GLUE.
> Next day, phone call from Manager
> "Blackizzle, sorry to inform you but due a patron hearing your bad language we are having to let you go"
> Hold. The. **** . Up. My Bad Language?
> "One of the patrons who happened to be the Landlords Mother (...Really?) heard you say the F word while emptying the bins"
> Yeah I know.... I now have a 2 inch hole in my hand which got glued together yesterday in hospital
> "Well sorry but our decision is final, good luck in your future" *Hangs up*
> Obviously pissed off I ring a friend of my parents who is a solicitor
> Helped me get pay back on Tweedle **** and Tweedle Bitch
> They were fined a total of £10,000(ish) for Endangering an employee, having no first aid kit on site (Didn't even know that they didn't have one) and for ignoring an employee who was seriously injured.
> I Got £3000 in compensation.
> 40 painful keks were had.
> Here's a pic off the Scar now. Would be less worse but it was glued not stitched
> Taken on Potato Phone, sorry
This happened 4 Years ago, Would be more evident if seen in person.
Thanks for reading my crap FJ.
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