Have you ever had a fight with your boss?

I'm not sure why I enjoy laughing at myself when I was so genuinely fucking angry, but I always do, I guess a meta question, do you ever get so angry with something that you end up just laughing at yourself like a fool? I remember on my holidays last summer we missed a flight home and at first it was like "oh shit, oh god no" and then me and one friend just began to laugh like idiots. Very therapeutic.

i'm trying to think of an appropriate "i am jack's....." but i can't. i wish i'd been a customer.

I walked out on a cashiering job. I'd had just about enough with the twerp manager, the same one I talked about here before, who used to tackle shoplifters in the parking lot, and who busted a teenage girl who was stealing a pregnancy test kit. I think he was compensating for the fact that he had a woman's name. He told me I wasn't strict enough in carding teenagers for cigarettes and booze, when I was just refusing to card someone who was obviously, like, twenty-five or older. I basically just said I'd had enough and walked out. But I didn't make a scene - instead I cried like a wussy when I got home.

Oh God have I.

One person. From when I was junior writer and he was features editor, through to me being staff writer and him being editor. Now I am freelance and don't see him so often we get on very well, I'm really fond of him and he's a good friend. But anything could spark us off, from playing a record on the wrong speed, to a complete inability to stop screaming at one another when we were actually saying the same thing. He has invented meetings to get away. I've stropped out of the office with 'fuck you, you're too unreasonable for me to even talk to!'. We've *both* cried. We've both ended up kneeling on chairs 'BITCH!' 'WANKER!'

We have a good, if volatile, relationship though. I guess I'm lucky, as the junior member of staff in question that I never got sacked. Wasn't really like that though, it was just something that happened, and there were a few other issues involved. The rest of the staff would just think 'oh **** and Anna are fighting again' and sit back and watch. Occassionally someone would threaten both of us with some school type punishment (banging heads together, being made to stand outside etc). Actually in the last five months of me being there we fought less anyway.

It strikes me as so bizarre, I've never seen it happen in a shop in front of customers. It got so heated, I can only imagine what they thought, though a few of them made jokes to me, I guess supporting the underdog.

Yes I did. A couple. That happened before I was summarilly dismissed. I'm much happier now. Though poorer...

Threw a Hoover at mine once. Didn't get sacked tho

Oh yes. Several. Between school and uni I worked in a motorway service station. I started seeing Jackie (who I continued with for over 23 years, as it happened) who had had one date with one of the management months before. When I started seeing her he gave me a very hard time, including grabbing me by the throat and shoving me against a wall. I was more worried about Jackie's job (she had just been promoted and was working alongside him) than mine, which I was to quit in weeks anyway.

Then when I was a comic book editor I had loads of rows with the company's owner, a grade A arsehole. Lots of shouting and swearing, and I won more than I'd have thought, given that it was his company.

In my three years at UCL I've had, in one way or another, about six bosses or project managers - and I'm astonished to say that they have all been really excellent. Well, one was a rubbish manager but a brilliant man who I liked enormously, so I forgive that.

There has been an incident. I'm handing in my notice tomorrow, fuck that stupid job I'm going to enjoy the ten days or so before I go back to college. Right now however I want to smash things.

Threw a Hoover at mine once. Didn't get sucked tho

Ronan, you MUST explain.

Oh god. It keeps happening to me, to the extent that I think I might have to do something about my attitude (not a surprise to some of you).

in one job, me and my production manager kept having blazing rows - a clash of personalities. We'd then go to the pub and sit together in the corner, singing, laughing, with our arms around each other, all that business. And then, at the wrap party, I made some comment to her about how awful our working relationship had been but how I was glad we could now be friends, and she hit the fucking roof. We never spoke to each other again.

I just pulled a bit of a Roy Keane with that bitch on Monday night when I was working there. Then she "forgot" to give me Saturday night off, and put me on Friday night aswell so I talked to the main boss about it, and about what happened last time. She wasn't too interested and said I had to do both nights this weekend despite me having asked last week and instead of making someone else give up one night and me give up one night. So I handed in my notice, she was pretty shocked and was all "oh don't quit over something like a Saturday night" and then I began listing other reasons, it was very therapeutic but I still feel a bit pissed off with myself. My mother said this morning "don't you like anything except going out and your music stuff?", "don't be silly mum! um.......eh....."

i had a flight with my boss. we went to a sheet metal workshop in california together.

I agreed to with my boss to work the last two week of my summer vacation only if he agreed to pay me that week and not the usual two week delay.
So on the Wednesday the manager who was my friend called and asked him where the cheque was and he claimed not to have ever agreed to that, so he asked to sqpeak to me,first thing he said was "I never agreed to that" so I hung up on him. Manager paid me out of her own pocket, he wisely paid her back rather then suffer her wrath cause she was all that kept that store running.

I nearly ran over another one but that was more my inability to drive standard at the time. If it wasnt for the pay I could work midnights at a gas station for ever. Do nothing but serve ten or twenty people a night and get paid to read and listen to radio.

"don't you like anything except going out and your music stuff?"
"yes mum i like working in a petrol station, it's so great i've giving up college and all so i can do it my whole life"

haha mark that's not too far off what I said,

You CANNOT fight with my boss. You can't even try to undermine her in subtle fashion. She's cutting. She's patronising. She's anal. She has no heart, so she wouldn't hesitate to fire me in a second. Bitching about her to others doesn't feel like a satisfactory vent of my anger, cos I never feel like I've GOTTEN BACK AT HER. Pah! You have it easy, Ronan.