Woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace

 

are cunts.

I’d like to cunt “woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace”
About 8 months ago our boss announced at work that the latest vacancy in our office had been filled.
She needed someone to train him up, so, being the caring, mentoring type that I am I duly obliged, for a boost on my hourly rate of course for the duration of the training.
All goes well, he gets signed off by a higher up and he’s in the thick of it with the rest of us (this is a busy railway ticket office btw).
The rest of us are all time served, with an average of 15 years in each at least. We’re straight talking and take the piss, quite a lot, the banter is ruinous but never personal.
This new lad though, he really can’t handle us. If he fucks up, which he has done on occasion, we laugh and barrack him for it, but, as far as we are concerned this is a learning experience in any job.
Last week (this is early August) he went running off to our line manager who instead of telling him to man up and give as good as he gets, backed his ‘dignity being compromised’ claim. He went off sick last week when we had a forthright chat, nothing untoward or personal, just a chinwag about whether his future lay elsewhere within the company. Now he’s got our backstabbing boss on side we have to watch our p’s and q’s. “A backbone will come with experience” she told me!!!!
He’s 21 and looks like the son of Worzel Gummidge by the way. Neckbeard, Virgin, lives in his bedroom with his PC playing Minecraft or whatever, the lot. Archetypal head down the bog at school type.
What the fuck has happened ??? How the fuck have we got to this ??? God help us if shitsticks like this have to defend this country at some point. Lads younger than this fought in two world wars for this country. Gentlemen of ISAC !!! We’re fucked, proper fucked.
No links. This is just a personal rant for me.
At the time of me writing this, the investigation is ongoing and I e been invited to an interview on the situation. The soft little cunt !!

Nominated by Sir Talbot Buxomley.

55 thoughts on “Woke, soft little snowflake bastards in the workplace

  1. Thank fuck I took early retirement,working in any organisation is now a rainbow woke minefield of cunts.

    All the best with the box ticking panto sir.

  2. I know the type well.
    My employers were insistent on giving these useless bastards a chance in the name of ‘diversity and inclusion’.
    When they turn out to be not just non-productive, but detrimental to others efforts, getting rid of the wankers is impossible as they’re shackled to some sort of code of ethics.
    One of these good for nothing twats was employed for about six years, three of which he was off with stress caused by the work involved in the job he applied for.

  3. I’m guessing this is only going to get worse. Older workers are retiring and Millennial wankers are now coming of age where they are in senior management positions and only indulge and pander to these oversensitive bedwetters further.

  4. Nice cunting, STB.
    I thank fuck that I’m lead engineer and can sack people who don’t make that cut.
    Had one recently who interviewed well, started lame, got shitter over a fortnight; I had to re-do almost all his sloppy work and then, two weeks in, he took three days off for a fucking headache.
    I took great delight in offing that cunt.
    But then I’ve got another minion who’s 24 and he’s fantastic.
    Not woke or whingy, doesn’t go home one second after his work day concludes and is cleverer than a stick in a bucket of pigswill so it’s not all youngsters.
    Same with my own beloved offspring, I like to think – brought them up Victorian Dad style.
    Most young people are cunts, though; it’s undeniable.

    • Problem is, thanks to that moron Rayner, it will soon be impossible to sack cunts as full rights from day one. My wife’s mate works in employment law and predicts the entire law system will crash due to all the laborious appeals and due process. Labour once again fucking the economy by stagnation as poor bastards up and down the country won’t be able to sack cunts. HR departments will get even worse too. What a shower.

    • Cheers TtCE. Like yourself and your offspring I was brought up the same. No self pity, no self indulgence, if you wanted something you had to earn it. When we left school my parents harassed me and my siblings every day to get a job or get out.

  5. Not sure about this.

    Lots of youth are mard little cunts.
    But youve got to remember hes only a young lad,
    Probably his first proper job?

    Bullying him would be a cunts trick.

    Got to test the water with people.
    See if they can take a joke.
    Mildly tease them at first.

    If your manager walks in and finds him hanging by his bootlace from a light fitting,
    Always blame a black member of staff.

  6. One of my first jobs was at an abattoir. We had a young lad start with us, a gobby little cunt with wellies too big for his feet. He got a broom handle through the sleeves of his boiler suit and spent the morning dangling from a gambler in the hanging hall.
    No complaints, took it like a man, all part of the integration process back then. Imagine the outcome of something similar today.

  7. As a youth i was sent out for a tin of tartan paint.
    Old joke.
    The bloke who sent me was the bosses son,
    This budding Oscar Wilde got a right bollocking when i dissappeared for 3 hours and innocently told the boss id been all over Stockport and nobody stocked it. 😁

    • Or down to stores for a long stand, or a lead less pencil, or left handed scissors.

      Some people have no sense of humour.

      How I laughed though, when some twat filled my cig packet with water ( in the days when you could smoke on the job) because they thought I should stop smoking cigs!
      There’s no one more evangelical than an ex-smoke, so I hope they were happy when I stopped with the cigs and started with the cigars!

      I’m petty like that.

  8. I hate these fuckers, the mardarse wet wipes who’ve about as much of a backbone as an amoeba..take him in a time machine onto the Normandy beaches and let him see what real men were, obviously the whole fibre of this country has gone west in the last few decades with the onslaught of benders/genderism/educational collapse etc…make sure he’s told to check the overhead cables ⚡ the wimp

    • Indeed. No to mention the division comprised entirely of seventeen year olds, basically Boy Scouts with heavy ordinance, which kept the might of XXX Corps out of Caen for two months. It shows what indoctrination can do but still, seventeen year olds none the less.

      • Bloody awful terrain for an advance Major,just like the fucking French to leave giant hedges all over the place.

        Given the logistical nightmare the jerries had by then perhaps they could have bypassed Caen.

        Anyway hard cheese for Rommel,the chain of command was a Byzantine mess.

        Good evening sir.

  9. I can’t imagine how today’s young lads would have coped with the Royal Navy when I joined it. I heard this morning on Talk TV that there is now a group of vegans and vegetarians in the Army who have set up some sort of organisation calling for meat to be banned in their cookhouse. I can’t believe that they will be taken seriously, but like everything else it will have to be seriously considered if not pandered to. It doesn’t occur to them they can just say no, and let the others decide for themselves..

    Now that the kid glove treatment in the services is taken as a given, I wonder if us old salts could demand retrospective compensation for all the hurt and pain the stern words of the CPO gave us?. It was like water off a ducks back – when you have been called a “bastard” several times a day for weeks, you don’t take any notice.

    But seriously, just imagine if today’s pretend servicemen had to fight in a real war and not one on a computer screen?

    • No meat in the cookhouse!!!! Only thing that kept me going after a shitty night was the thought of bacon eggs and toast before I collapsed in my pit and had a few hours fitful sleep. World has gone completely fucking out there.

  10. If I start scribing on this topic, I won’t be able to stop.

    So I’ll do all y’all a solid & abstain.

    One observation .. when I started work in the early 90’s the buzzword was ‘teamwork’.

    Teamwork. Teamwork. Teamwork.

    In reality teamwork benefitted one section of any fucking work ‘team’, ever.

    The lazy/thick/useless/indifferent/workshy cunt(s) portion, who shared in any praise (and took the wage) while adding little or nothing to the working setup. Detrimental, actually, in many cases, .. carried by the others.

    Still the general case, I know, only somehow allowed to get even worse in the meantime. 😡

  11. Did you ask him his preferred pronoun, I mean that is the gold standard for the modern youth 😂

    A busy railway ticket office,sounds like a job for women and pansies 😉

  12. Ive watched The Railway Children,
    So i know that working in a ticket office is a piece of piss.

    Getting presents off posh London kids whos daddies are fuckin spies.
    And most of the working day looking at your fob watch.

    Dont strain your back blowing your whistle for the departure of the 5pm Kent to London train. 😂

      • Hehe! 😅
        Gets my seal of approval.
        Before I was self engaged LordBuxomley i used to work nights.
        There was about 60 of us,
        And you soon learnt who you could and couldn’t trust.

        This lads only young but sounds a bit puddled.
        Give him no reason to stitch you up an play the victim.

      • Oh god yes, TB. Jenny Agutter, Bobbie in “The Railway Children” then a year on at the pool in “Walkabout” wearing nothing but a full bush and a winning smile.

        I’m getting a stiffy.

  13. Soft soppy cunts nowadays….have been for a few years. I was an apprentice at the back end of the 70s. Long hair and flares were still in. I was 16 so wanted to fit in with the rest of the guys at work, so grew my hair. My boss said as an apprentice I should look smart for the company and told me to get it cut over the weekend…which I did, but come Monday morning he said it wasn’t short enough. At my mid morning break in the warehouse 4 of my senior colleague grabbed me, held me down and started cutting my hair ..put my hand up to stop them and promptly got cut fingers. What did u do? Fuck all…..these were colleagues who were training me and had probably been instigated by my boss, so I was on to a loser. Just put it down to experience . Can you imagine if that happened nowadays?

  14. I was an apprentice in the mid seventies, the buggers I worked with when the apprentices started would make out they were all gay. The looks of panic on their faces was a picture which I leave to your imaginations.
    I hasten to add all were card carrying Hetrosexuals. One was a stag night where one of the lads was getting married, we all serenaded him with no more wanking, no more wanking, We had put over £100 over the bar that night. Two old dears complained to the landlord about the language being used. He told them how much we had spent compared to their two glasses of squash. They were told to leave.

  15. Shame there’s not a time machine available when you need one. Drop this cunt into the 1970’s and he’d lose his shit in seconds. We’re breeding a whole generation of useless cunts. The country is fucked. Putin is looking over his shoulders at Europe, and I’m not fucking surprised.

  16. I reckon this is what happened to jesus.
    Hazed on his first week in work.

    ” its the bosses son!
    Joes lad.
    Bit of a hippy so we hazed him,
    Show him some proper carpentry!
    Crucified him!”

    Horseplay throughout the ages.

  17. I’ve been watching old episodes of James Burke’s ‘Connections’ on YouTube recently, a bit of nostalgia as I used to watch it as a kid. One episode, ‘The Trigger Effect’ put into perspective what today’s useless youth would be confronted with should the world which they depend on suddenly can’t be depended on any more.

  18. A few of these softies in my local. Have to be very careful what one says these days. They do however come in all ages though.

  19. Fucking cunt needs a good kicking to welcome it to the real world.
    My foreman throw a crowbar at me, had a beer with him down the works….. good old daze.

  20. I don’t think there is much call for a pallet wrap machine in a railway ticket office but I had loads of fun at one of my old jobs at a frozen foods warehouse. You can wrap the whiners up and shove them in a industrial fridge. Don’t suffocate them or give them frostbite, bad form that.

    • One job I had involved lots of those cages on wheels. We would often secure one of the whiners inside said cage and wheel him onto the loading bay and leave the cunt to stew. Real fun when we had some snow. Of course one would find ones car keys superglued to the bog wall as revenge. Didn’t stay long in that particular job but never had so many laughs. The way things are today we would all be in the nick. Fucking work must be right boring nowadays. I mean what’s wrong with an indoor fireworks display?

  21. Perhaps all this mither will disappear once Our Great Gay Leader has spent £500,000,000 on his digital ID system for those in a job..

    Any sort of unpleasant banter,jokes and snide remarks will result in not being able to go abroad for 5 years,your electric car won’t be allowed on the road and all the supermarkets will only sell you vegan products for a term no less than 2 years.

    So think on,Your Govt cares about what you do.

    And wants to punish you for it.

    Unless you happen to be an undocumented pakī.

    Fuck off.

  22. I used to work part time in the local supermarket during my studies in the mid to late 1980s. I had great fun in ‘inducting’ the latest young recruit who inevitably wore the standard supermarket trilby that was too big for their bonce and the sleeves of their shop floor overalls extended past their fingertips.

    A long wait, a cheese wire sharpener, a left handed screwdriver. Fuck me, the poor bastards must have thought I was the shopfloor cunt.

    They were damn right!

    • There used to be this young lad on nights.
      Nice lad, bit mard but alright.

      He was a Meatloaf impersonator.
      No shit!
      Earned a bit extra money doing it,
      Good too,
      Anyway he had long hair in a ponytail.

      We were in a big chiller in this supermarket where all the fresh foods go
      And i had a rollpallet for the fishmonger.
      I took a big trout out of its polystyrene box and swung it 2handed like a baseball bat ⚾

      Thwakkk!!!
      It nearly took him off his feet.
      Hehehe
      He went berserk.
      All silver scales in his hair.
      Threw a punch at me the puddled cunt!!

      But he never grassed me up to the management.
      Moaned for days about it like,
      But it helped pass a long shift.

    • Sky Hooks, glass hammers, bubbles for spirit levels, ley holes for meddlers, just a few I heard of on my work travels Paul. If I were the boss of a company, taking the piss out of each other would be in your contract of employment

  23. I’m in a bit of a quandary about this one. At work I met plenty of these young guys who didn’t have much in the way of everyday practical skills and whose main concern was DEI shit but I’ve met some useful ones as well, for instance I have a nephew who is an engineer at Rolls-Royce working on jet engines and who also applies his skills recreationally in other areas outside RR. Conspicuously to me he always seemed able to screen out the woke bullshit thrown at him in his education and therein I think lies a good part of the problem. The wokeism appears to permeate education at all levels these days and following on from this is the infantilising regulation in every area. I’ve posted before about how I did lots of work in our first old house back in the seventies including replacing the windows, upgrading the electrics and installing a gas water heater. All of this as DIY work would now be illegal.

    Going OT for a moment, the nephew informs me that the idea aeroplanes are going to be battery powered anytime soon is for the birds, forgive the pun. He is presently working on the development of fossil fuel burning engines which are scheduled to go into service in 2030 at the earliest.

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