Guest Imladil Posted April 16, 2002 Share Posted April 16, 2002 Poll time! For the adults, the idea is to rate your boss. For the young'uns, your least favorite teacher would be equivalent. My boss is in the 'Rat fink' category. He is a two-faced, mealy-mouth scum-bag who can never be taken at his word, and cares very little if his employees stick around or not. If I came upon him walking along the highway some dark night, I would splash him with freezing water and laugh out the window. My boss should be put in the airlock and spaced. But enough about me! How do you rate your boss/teacher? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted April 16, 2002 Share Posted April 16, 2002 My least favorite teacher falls into the Alien category. The reason for this is that he was a math genius. He knew about 1000 X more math than my current math teacher would ever dream about, and that's a quote from my current math teacher. But he had absolutely no clue how to teach it! Almost everyone in his class failed. No one understood what he was trying to tell them. He was lightyears ahead of everyone, and he couldn't backpedal even a bit to connect with anyone. He wasn't even slightly a people person, either. No one liked him, and he wasn't nice to anyone. I got a D- in his class, while my previous all-time low was B- (In computers back when I didn't understand them and took forever to do everything...). Fortunately, my mom invaded my school and bugged the principal until he demanded that I be switched to another class just to get her away from him. I got an excellent math teacher for the second school semester, and I was lucky enough to get him this year as well. But my theory on Mr. Noser is that he was an alien posing as a human. It would explain everything I have listed above. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue15 Posted April 16, 2002 Share Posted April 16, 2002 here's the story of my retarded first year of second grade in a christian school... ok, i arrive...my first day....was...hell. Why? There's a dress code....my mom and dad overboard and I'm stuck in this freaking gay ass suit, complete with retarded tie that nearly killed me (sometimes i wish it would've) AHEM. I arrive there in the chapel (where every1 meets on mondays....) and I DO NOT WANT to go to this fraking school....so what does a freaking 7 or 8 year old do? CRY. man i made such a retard out of myself that day..... THEN Friday comes....I'm wearing my freaking dress clothes complete with idiot tie, and i notice my classmates wearing what I WANTED TO WEAR: sweats and tshirt......the teacher never told me beforehand that i could do that.....SO what do i do on monday???? I tell my parents that i don't need to wear those gay clothes, andi end up wearing what i want to wear....I get there, and i find out every1 is wearing what i wore friday!!!! and the teacher comes up to me and says 'YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!!!!!!!!' (j/k about that part) so the teacher sends me back home after school with a note explaining the f-d up dresscode... ok, a few days or weeks later... I don't want to eat my mashed potatoes that the cook placed on my tray...i leave them unattended and head for the toaster...mmm....toast....yumm.....Then one of the 7th or 8th grade teachers says 'did j00 347 j00r f00d?' and i say 'I'm DONE!!!!!!!!' and she sees the dogdam potatoes on the tray and says EAT THOS!!!!!!!! so i eat them...errr if i could go back in time, i'd throw them out the window and say 'NO YOU EAT THEM!!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THEM U COMMIE!!!' ok, a few days/weeks later.....we're making this thign for our mommies for mother's day....a card....and someone's bragging about their and i am so intelligent as to say 'your mom will HATE that!' and i say 'just kidding!!' and i get told to smash my head down on the desk and die. (in other words, 'you scum, don't tell that to someone, hang your head in shame with your hands over your face because j00 sux0r!!!!!') AHEM....I got a stuffed nose....some 6th grader comes up...I'm like, 'hey, want to see what a hambooger looks like' he's like 'no!' I'm like....well, you're going to see anyway, so i pick my nose, slap it on the burger and eat it!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH he practically takes a vomit right in front of me, and then goes and tells his mom (the devil) what i did, and i'm thrown in the prinicpals office!!! eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh that was so funny ok, now comes the grand finale.... I need an eeeeraaassssseeerr!!!!! woooohoooo, I made an error on my paper, I do NOT have an eraser, what do i do?!!?!?!?!?1/1/1/1/!!!!!!! and like 5-7 students come up and say 'here, have mine' and this girl (aka: SATAN) has this eraser that isn't on a pencil, and she says 'here, J00 C4N HAVE[/u] MINE!!!!111~~~' and so i take it, and *AHEM* proceed to wipe her name off the eraser....and put MY name on it, OH YA!! TAKE THAT J00 MORON!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH and then later that day, she says 'CAN I HAVE MY ERASER BACK?' I'm like, WHAT?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? But j00 g4v3 it to my! And so i give her it back and before long, she notices MY NAME ON IT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH And she promply goes up to the devil, er, Mrs. Moore, and says 'OMHG!!! MY ERASER, HE KILLED IT!!!!! WAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!' And I get thrown into the principals office...for the second time...and i'm like LOOK I CAN ERASE MY NAME J00 RETARD! THAT'S HOW I GOT IT OFF! but Nooooooooooooooo they wouldn't have it...I had to go and BUY HER a NEW eraser. how LAME! i should've said NO YOU CANNOT HAVE YOUR ERASER BACK. hahahah AHEM. THeeee End of 2nd grade....i didn't get thrown in principals office anymore for the rest of my schoollife... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Imladil Posted April 16, 2002 Share Posted April 16, 2002 Rogue 15: were there nuns involved? I've heard horror stories about evil nuns in catholic school who put their students off both religion and women in later years... Boss story: the restaurant where I work used to have a tipping policy in place where the waitresses would put some of their tips aside, to be distributed among the other hard-working but non-tipped personnel back in the kitchen. At the end of the night, each of us cooks would make seven or eight bucks, and we had beer money. Enter the state of Oregon. One of the bartenders complained about an unrelated issue, and when the labor people came to audit the company, they took exception to our tipping policy. It turns out that you can require tip sharing for bus boys, servers assistants and anyone else who goes out on the floor...but NOT the cooks. So, in one fell swoop all the cooks lost that income. It equaled 15% of my total take home pay--gone. Screw ya! So I asked my boss if they were going to replace the lost income with a voluntary tipping program (which is still legal; you just can't REQUIRE the waitresses to do so) or kick down some fat raises to compensate. Right there on the line, with everyone watching, he said: 'You can try wearing sunglasses and a cardboard sign.' Then he walked away. I wanted to cut his head off. Zero intention of helping with the loss of income! As long as it isn't his pay, who cares, right? This man is the very lowest restaurant manager I've ever worked with and should be stripped naked and laughed at in public. So, anyway, I implemented my own tipping program. I set up a plastic bucket with a cardboard sign by it, for voluntary tips. I change the sign every day. So far, I've used: 'Will work with food for money.' 'Cooks need $love$ too!' 'Will perform sex acts for money.' 'Confuscius says: tipping a cook is like releasing a thousand virgin doves in heaven.' The only problem is, they laugh at the signs, but put nothing in the tip bucket. So, I have to accept a 15% reduction in income, and my scum-sucking boss won't do anything to help. My boss is a (choose any expletive here) who should be put to work stripping barnacles off a ship somewhere. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue15 Posted April 16, 2002 Share Posted April 16, 2002 no, it wasn't a catholic school, u see, I lived at a place called 'Pinecrest BIBLE Training Center' which was basically a Bible College that my parents went to...they had a school there for kids though, and I was placed there (so I got to walk to school everyday-no buses) That place wasn't too bad other than second grade (didn't really KEEP any friends from that grade either!) and the rest of the grades I did good in, well 3rd grade I got a little disrespectful and when something was funny, i laughed and I COULD NOT STOP!! i feel sorry for mrs. quinlan for not jamming me in the principals office for half the schoolyear... lol The only real friends I got out of that school were S1DC, and Zack Moore. (NO he was NOT the dev-er...teacher's son) OH, i almost forgot- that school doesn't exist anymore....cuz there was a kindof messup and we ended up having to go on the bus to the newer school in dodgeville....well, after that year (6th grade) the school....CLOSED DOWN!!! Well, that was good, cause I was NOT wanting to go to the jr. high in that place, and before that, i was begging my parents to homeschool me (cause S1 was homeschooled, and I wanted to get out same time he got out) Well, we ended up moving to Florida that year...and i started 7th grade homeschool, wasn't that bad, considering i had no friends who lived nearby (and i didn't want any evil friends, since it was my first time in a city) to this very day, i have no friends in florida lol. I can't wait to move!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH and guess who's parents bought the small school? Zack's!!! heheehhe so next time i say 'i'm going to school!' i'll mean: I'm going to Zack's house. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 I had it reverse...I was completely isolated from the outside world until about 8th grade age, when my mom first separated from my dad (she went back, but now is getting divorced...FINALLY) That was the first time I saw another person my age...or anyone of any other age who wasn't one of my brothers or sisters... Well it was very...interesting adjusting...but now I'm so addicted to having friends, to being around other people that I wouldn't go back for the world. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Imladil Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 When I was a wee imladilring, I went to an experimental school through fifth grade. It emphasized art and creative thinking in its curriculum, and had a much more liberal structure than regular public schools. When we moved to Denver, though, I had to start sixth grade in a regular classroom. I hated it. I had a shop teacher the next year who was a real jerk. He looked like Prince Charles on a bad hair day, acted like he was the shop guru of all Earth who had descended from his mountain peak to demean himself with the task of teaching poor little mortal children...and we did not get along. On one of his automotive tests, I replied that the 'pony brake' was the part of the engine where the pony stuck his hooves down and stopped the car. Imladil's grade? F But, I gave myself and A for creative wiseassness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 d00d, my bosses r0x0r. technically, i have 8 bosses Roger, who... well.. he's Roger. Tom, and John, our Dynamic duo. Lindsey, and Michelle, the l337 b!7(h3s. (they work so hard and help us sooo much it's not funny.) Chad, the gay guy, who is AWSOME, he lets us get away with alot of crap. And our General Manager is Anna, who is really fricken cool. the only manager who i have a problem with is Jackie. The ***** favores 2 guys, and 2 girls CONSTANTLY, and it pisses us off. She REFUSES to come back behind concession stand when we need it, and scheduals me in inconvieniant and LATE hours. ALL THE TIME. Personally, i wish she would quit so i can take her place. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 *looks at vote change* Ah, so I see Jackie is a dog loving commie. Good to know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wraith 8 Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 well... my boss is a manager instead of a computer expert... and he never has time for me.... so..... a bit of a workaholic... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Imladil Posted April 18, 2002 Share Posted April 18, 2002 So far, we have no 'French street punks' in the poll. I find that surprising... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted April 19, 2002 Share Posted April 19, 2002 Well...so far we have no Minions of evil, one Rat fink, two Aliens, two Dog-loving commies, no Cat-loving hippies, and still no French street punks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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