Yep. I was supposed to be doing a performance review with some twat who was ****ing her way up the greasy pole one day, whom my boss hated as she was pretty, young and after one of the directors she herself was knobbing. She more or less told me I had to give her a bad rating - the director practically insisted on the opposite. I went to another manager's leaving do instead, insisting that I had to pick my daughter up from school as my ex was ill.
Imagine everyone's surprise when the tart, my boss and the director all turned up at the pub, just as I was regaling the whole pub about their manage-a-trois after my fifth Guinness. Apparently she e-mailed me to say she could make it after all and would see me in the pub. 'Didn't you get it on your Blackberry?'.


