HELL FIRE, BLOODY SUPERVISORS. SHOULD BE SMOTHERED AT BIRTH, I'M GOING TO MAKE A WAX DOLL OF MINE AND STICK PINS IN IT. AAARRRGGGHHHHH, PASTY FACED TROLL, CORPULENT, SQUEALING TOAD, GARRITY OLD BAG.

And - breathe. *ahem*
August last year I discussed Easter holidays with supervisor as receptionist was going away just before me for her Silver Wedding. Gave her dates (flying to Malta to dive, there's a shock!!) and she OK'd it. I triple checked it was fine to book it and she said yes. Three times. It's been booked and paid for since end of September. I go to 'officially' tell her today and she takes one look at the dates and says "no. You can't have that time". I try to explain she's passed it and and she constantly interrupts and saying adamantly "no, you can't go. Sorry, not on." After kicking off BIG STYLE (2 typists backed up against the wall and 3 engineers ran into the kitchen) I eventually got my temper under control and went to tackle the wicked old cow again.
To cut a long story short, she was reading the hols in the year planner on the wall. The wrong dates had been filled in for the receptionist, so she thought we were off the same time. She's off for the week before me - we overlap by one day. But, no apology for getting it wrong, and if the silly old bat had checked actually fecking listened to me and what I was trying to tell her about my dates and the receptionists dates instead of being a smug, self-righteous old bag this would never have happened. No apology for reading the wrong dates, and no apology for not listenting to me or constantly interuppting me. I did smugly enjoy it when she realised she was 100% wrong and iI was 100% correct with the dates.

No wonder I bloody well drink! Oh, have a nice day...
